Bent Shapes - Big Machines Lyrics
This dismal epistle(grounds enough for my dismissal)wherein I say,“Things would be great if great things could stay that way”Maybe I’m just depressed ‘cosno one’s gonna let me starve to death,or ‘cos I’m doing well,so much so that I must frustrate myself.I’m into making hungry scenes,losing teeth through loose chattering,and shivering in my dripping dreams,the kind they make on big machines.Yeah, I grew up here, butlearned English from the TV, too.In those young, slow yearswhat else was I supposed to do?It’s like all your fun-loversare only regional numbers:divided parts to a sumand vici, vidi where they’re coming from.