Memory Machine
The Dismemberment Plan Lyrics


Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
There are times I think eternal life ain't such a bad gig
Smoke all you want and see the planets
If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
The distant panic
Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
There are folks that say to have a soul you've got to suffer
Well lately I've had my RDA of that
And call it fascist but I know that someday happy
Will be all that matters
Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I'm telling you
They'll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Poetry, Aldous Huxleyâ??yeah, yeah, yeah, it'll be a relief
If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they'll do our hearts the very same favor
The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple

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A.K.

Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple

There are times I think eternal life ain’t such a bad gig
Smoke all you want and see the planets
If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
The distant panic

Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief

There are folks that think to have a soul you’ve got to suffer
Well lately I’ve had my RDA of that
And call it fascist but I know that someday happy
Will be all that matters

Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Poetry, Aldous Huxley—yeah, yeah, yeah, it’ll be a relief


If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they’ll do our hearts the very same favor
The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt by
The serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults

Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple
Red wire - right temple
Black wire - left temple

Angel Zaragoza

0:18-0:32 is my favorite part.

FrickinFrick H8ter

Deadman X9 0:00-2:43 is my favorite part

Apothe Curio

This song does such a good job at knowing how to use tension and dissonance.

joel phillips

This song saved my crotch damnit

Paper Okami

i can relate. I frequently want to wipe away a lot of memories

Angela Kammerer

That chorus ❤️❤️

a name

God I love this song.

BennybennyC

feel so clean like a memory machine

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