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Well, I'm not sure if I've finshed mixing this, but I've spent so long tinkering with it, I thought I'd post it 'cause I could tinker with it forever. Not sure what genre this is, so electropop will have to do. This started as a vocal line, and then developed into this ... thing. The stuff I've written recently has been quite obviously verse/ chorus, so this structure is a lot looser (well, that's just an excuse for not writing a chorus on this one). Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Lyrically, it's pretty dark, with some nods (steals) from L. Cohen. Music to make strange love to.
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Lyrics
Gentle Machine making me breathe
Gentle Machine, horns and teeth.
I knelt by the archway and whispered your dreams
Liquid and starlit, bleeding for peace.
Gentle Machine, sweetly obscene
Hands that are captive, white noise and speech.
You think this is true love
It's a conceit
A natural drug
I'm helpless for weeks.
This is not (x3)
Desire you can hide.
... and Tokyo girls taste like sushi
The chi surges through me, turns paper to steel.
Your body a dark star I light when we meet
Whatever burns inside
The surface stays clean.
Pictures in your eyes
Only skin deep.
Your head is at war
Your heart in retreat.
This is not (x3)
Desire you can hide.
This is not (x3)
This is not a drug you should try.
Gentle machine.
Your head is at war, your heart in retreat
White noise and speech, white noise and speech.
Your head in the circle, your heart in the cheap seats
You think that it's love
It's a conceit.
Gentle Machine, horns and teeth.
I knelt by the archway and whispered your dreams
Liquid and starlit, bleeding for peace.
Gentle Machine, sweetly obscene
Hands that are captive, white noise and speech.
You think this is true love
It's a conceit
A natural drug
I'm helpless for weeks.
This is not (x3)
Desire you can hide.
... and Tokyo girls taste like sushi
The chi surges through me, turns paper to steel.
Your body a dark star I light when we meet
Whatever burns inside
The surface stays clean.
Pictures in your eyes
Only skin deep.
Your head is at war
Your heart in retreat.
This is not (x3)
Desire you can hide.
This is not (x3)
This is not a drug you should try.
Gentle machine.
Your head is at war, your heart in retreat
White noise and speech, white noise and speech.
Your head in the circle, your heart in the cheap seats
You think that it's love
It's a conceit.









































































































ktb
crushing electric piano sound, nuanced vocals, fab production. what a great track. Steve, this wraps you up and involves the listener from the git go. the vocal fx and background vox are perfect. bravo