Memory Machine Songtext
von The Dismemberment Plan

Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple

There are times I think eternal life ain′t such a bad gig
Smoke all you want and see the planets
If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
The distant panic

Someday, I'm telling you
They′ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief


There are folks that think to have a soul, you′ve got to suffer
Well, lately I′ve had my RDA of that
And call it fascist, but I know that someday happy
Will be all that matters

Someday, I'm telling you
They′ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I'm telling you
They′ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief

Poetry, Aldous Huxley—yeah, yeah, yeah, it'll be a relief
If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they′ll do our hearts the very same favor
The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults

Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple