Mechanical Wonder
Ocean Colour Scene Lyrics

The mechanical wonder is
The singer is referring to something that is supposed to be amazing and awe-inspiring.

It's just a noise in my room
However, to the singer, this wonder is insignificant and meaningless, just a background noise in their personal space.

And I'm chasing the wonder and
Despite this, the singer feels like they are still pursuing this wonder.

It's just a hole in my tune
But ultimately, it feels like something is missing and incomplete in their life, as if the wonder is nothing but a void instead of music to their ears.

And the radio plays but it
The radio serves as a metaphor for the media and the world at large.

But it don't sing a song
But to the singer, there is no real substance or content in what they hear from the outside world.

And the mechanical thunder is
The constant barrage of technology and progress everywhere is overwhelming to the singer.

What is all going wrong
They can't help but feel that something is fundamentally amiss.

And I walk down the road and I
The artist goes on despite this, trying to find meaning and purpose.

I awake in a tune
They wake up to life, hoping to find some kind of melody and harmony within it.

But the mechanical thunder is
But the noise and chaos of technology still follows and haunts them.

It's just a noise in my room
To the artist, it feels like an unwelcome, intrusive presence.

And we rode it once
The singer talks about an experience they shared with someone else.

On a thundering night
It was a night of excitement and energy.

So I walk with you
The companion they shared it with still walks with them today.

Where the locks take flight
They are going to a place where things can change and transform.

All machines make our lives today
The artist acknowledges the ubiquity and importance of technology.

And I like them the best
They personally appreciate and enjoy the convenience and comforts that technology brings.

But the mechanical thunder is
Still, they can't escape the oppressive noise and stress that comes with it.

It's just a noise in my head
It affects the artist not only physically but also mentally and emotionally.

And the radio plays at me
The media and outside world continue to reach out and demand the artist's attention.

But it don't sing a song
But they still find little to no substance in what they hear.

But the mechanical wonder is
The singer still holds onto the hope that something amazing is out there somewhere.

Ah, it's all going wrong
But it still feels like something is off, that things are not as they should be.

And they rode it once
The singer reiterates the experience they shared with someone else.

On a thundering night
It was a night of energy and excitement for them both.

So I walk with you
The person they shared it with still walks by their side.

Where the locks take flight
They again go to a place where transformation is possible, where things can change for the better.

And we keep on through
They keep on persevering despite the uncertainties and struggles.

It's where the road don't roar
They seek out a path that is not overrun by technology and outside noise.

Where the farm once stood
Instead, they go where nature used to be and find solace in that simplicity and normalcy.

Where the union crawls, big time
They go where there is no dissonance, no discord or cruelty.

The machines that I'm walking from
The artist tries to distance themselves from the negative aspects of technology.

Though they play in the songs
But they still can't escape the fact that machines are all around them, even in the things they enjoy.

And the dreams that your holding on
The singer addresses someone else, who holds onto their hopes and aspirations.

Don't run for so long
But the artist warns them that they need to be realistic, that their dreams can't be sustained forever.

So I'm hiding machines away
The singer tries to put distance between themself and technology as much as they can.

But I keep them for you
Despite this, they still willingly make use of machines for the sake of others.

But the things that you want to say
The singer is addressing someone else once again, analyzing their intentions and desires.

It's just a noise in my room
But ultimately, to the artist, those things fall on deaf ears, like more of the meaningless noise and chaos around them.

And I look at the picture now
The artist takes a moment to reflect and contemplate their surroundings.

And there's a weight on us all
But they find that there is still a sense of responsibility and connection to the world around them.

But the mechanical wonder is
And to the singer, the solution to that weight and responsibility is still found in that elusive, intriguing mechanical wonder.

It's a cure one and all
They see that wonder as a panacea, a cure for all that is wrong with the world and themselves.