Building The Machine by Tinyfish Lyrics
A true pattern is like a fool. It leads you down unexpected paths, turning and turning until all you can do is trust and continue
From different eras (the year was 1842)
From different parts (in the shape of a human head)
In different ways —
All the scattered things manifest themselves
As greater and greater intelligence
Removes the choices one by one
Like a virus, reproducing in a human mind like a wasp in rotten fruit
Images so horrid, they cannot override the process of creation
This thing is real – it is real! This thing made of thought is as real as you or I!
The reverse side of a jigsaw puzzle, the film that runs backwards, splitting the atom with a chisel; these are all crude references to the things I feel whilst I’m building the machine
And I ask – what will be the sign of its completion?
Now I am the fool; following myself down carefully mapped paths, turning and turning, a martyr to trust and continuity
It’s the same wish –
In the same mind –
For the same goal –
From different eras (the year was 1842)
From different parts (in the shape of a human head)
In different ways —
All the scattered things manifest themselves
As greater and greater intelligence
Removes the choices one by one
Like a virus, reproducing in a human mind like a wasp in rotten fruit
Images so horrid, they cannot override the process of creation
This thing is real – it is real! This thing made of thought is as real as you or I!
The reverse side of a jigsaw puzzle, the film that runs backwards, splitting the atom with a chisel; these are all crude references to the things I feel whilst I’m building the machine
And I ask – what will be the sign of its completion?
Now I am the fool; following myself down carefully mapped paths, turning and turning, a martyr to trust and continuity
It’s the same wish –
In the same mind –
For the same goal –