Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Machine Spiritual (in the People's Key), artist - Bright Eyes.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Song language: English
A Machine Spiritual (in the People's Key) |
The People’s Key ringing through arena seats |
The black machine played it all from memory |
A fever dream, well, I’ll come back eventually |
To wade into the water, another and another we go Form some kind of code |
The bodies float |
And form some kind of code |
The bodies float |
Someone is out to know |
Papa Hobo don’t hide your eyes |
Mother Mountain don’t kill your unborn child |
His day is coming |
His day is coming |
A question burns beneath the centuries of dirt |
That voice you’ve heard, well, every head is a different world |
Where mine is concerned, I boarded up the windows |
A catatonic plateau, a backwards, black-faced minstrel show |
So just let me go The prisoner moans |
The prisoner moans |
No one has to know |
Eva Braun went to dye her hair |
Little Hitler sat in his giant’s chair |
And dreamed of nowhere |
And dreamed and dreamed and dreamed |
The People’s Key ringing filling everything |
The theme repeats, thinner than the galaxy |
Impart to me your wisdom and eventually |
I’ll float into the ether, another from another we grow |
Form some kind of code |
Of flesh and bone |
We form some kind of code |
Of flesh and bone |
No, you are not alone |
History bows and it steps aside |
In the jungle there are columns of purple light |
We are starting over |
We are starting |
We are starting |