Old Machine Songtext
von The Suitcase Junket

I made some moonshine
So I could put it in a song and not feel a fraud
But I still don′t have a song about knowing God
Or God knowing me
But I made moonshine
And it's just as clear and cold as a mountain stream
And it tastes like a solvent that could clean
This old machine


Oh, moonshine
Can you tune up the inner workings of my heart?
Can you burn off the tar and loosen up the parts
That ought to move?

I made moonshine
′Cause this old machine is slipping out of time
The under-syncopated peddle of my mind
Has lost its line
So I made moonshine
Now I'm a fire-breathing heathen in the night
I'm all tangled in the tail of a runaway kite
Oh, where am I?


Oh, moonshine
Can you tune up the inner workings of the years?
Can you burn off the dust and loosen up the gears
Of my heart?