Music For Frankensteins: Simple Joys, Beautiful Small Machines

In case you missed it, I am a big Bree Sharp fan.

Also in case you missed it, I am a big fan of her new “band,” Beautiful Small Machines.

They have a song out, now, with accompaniment by Duran Duran’s Simon LeBon.

I listen to this song, and I think….

Promethean: The Created.

I just do. I can’t help it.

Here’s the MP3.

The lyrics are, I think:

I was built from the cold of men

With the hands of Marquis de Sade, a cruel facade

If I could somehow spend another day with you

I’d pluck out the eyes of God

I would live in the time of owls

In the days when the world was green, my love machine

Though I bear no mark of war upon me now

Oh the things I’ve seen

Keep me far away from all the noise

I just caught the last boat out of Hell.

I don’t know the joys of simple joys

I’m not feeling well

But I’ll sit real still

If you don’t tell.

There’s a place for us, my dear.

Where the daughters of Orion sing.

Where a man can live without the cloud of fear

Choking everything.

(chorus)

There’s a heartbeat in the wire

There’s a soul caught in the meat

The veins, the feet

We all expire

(chorus)

Anyway, that just screams to me, “Promethean.”

Which makes me want to go play that like, right now.

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