#MusicMonday

Warm Machine

by: Bush

I memorize the basics
Making strange faces
Tread slowly for I know
There’s a thousand miles to go
Without blinking

I gravitate spacewards
Find a home for my head
From my basement
No darkness ever left

This is the night
There’s the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Feel warm

Some days are playful
I’m making play faces
But we will not let it through
The darkness or the sense
Of being born to loose

This is the night
This is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine

(omitted from video)
This is the life
This is the ground
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine

If we never know we can only feel
I’ll take the help
I’ll take a slice
Warm alright now
To feel all right

Ay!

(omitted from video)
I memorize the basics, basics, basics

This is the night
This is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine

Such a warm machine
Such a warm machine
Machine, machine, machine

I do not own any rights to this song, the lyrics or music video. All rights remain with the artists and their respective agents.

♥ *Shivers* Oooh that guitar rift puts me in my happy place every time! For sure, this song is more about the guitar for me than the words ♥ Now, here’s your challenge: Say “Warm Machine” without blending the 2 M’s into one and pronouncing it “War Machine”… hahaha, good luck! 😉