Implements of mass production,
Running all the world's disfunction.
Big Machine has raised the ceiling,
Spits it out a dime a dozen.
Grinding up our silly feelings,
Into absolutely nothin'.
Feed The Machine,
to make some green.
Greed is ramping up and speeding,
Human qualities retreating.
Gears are grinding, tension's rising,
Got no time for stupid feelings.
Seems to me that enterprises,
Hide behind confusing reason.
Feed The Machine,
To make some green.
Camouflage is out of logic,
Big Machine can run without it.
Feed The Machine,
Give it your time, your hopes and dreams.
Logic is behind a rock,
Powerless to intervene.
Madness around the clock,
Gotta' feed The Machine.
Art is just a dated dance,
Fading off the stage of green.
Market sees no profit,
Gotta' feed The Machine.
Feed The Machine,
To make some green.
Fate has got a meaningless taste,
in the teeth of The Machine.
Feed The Machine,
give it your time, your hopes and dreams.
Feed The Machine,
to make some green.
You're a tiny speck of grease,
That's feeding The Machine.
Feed The Machine,
give it your time, your hopes and dreams.
Feed it 'til your mind is weathered,
Sacrificing hidden treasure.
Dreamin' ain't makin' green,
Gotta' feed The Machine.
credits
from Feed the Machine - Single,
released October 16, 2023
Anthony S. Anselmo - Keyboards
TheV - Guitars
John Heavern - Lyrics
Gregory Iaria - Bass
Chuck McDowell - Drums
Cree Patterson - Vocals
A spirited, modern imagining of classic ’70s prog; Pink Floyd vocalist Durga McBroom and Finnish prog icon Jukka Gustavson guest. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2023