Major Parkinson - Heart Machine lyrics

Listen to the heart of the factory pumping liquified waste of production In a scrap yard of bones made of concrete On the chimney top stands the last welder of languid futility Watching a torpid marsupial quagmire Ramshackle jack-hammers thumping along to the rhythm of the a**embly line Listen to the heart of the factory pumping, Captain Ahab is back for the night shift Waiting down by the docks for a shipment that may never arrive Kiss the cobalt, smell the limestone and carbon monoxide Now he is singing a song, it is: "Glory, glory, hallelujah I'm so proud to be guarding this heart machine, it is perfect" Like Phoebus on the crescent, dancing in a blizzard on the moon Flags are hoisted, sailors are closing the breach of the shell Ring the bell, I'm piercing the eye of the moon From the roof I can see perfectly clear, travelling suits of silver Mechanical telescopes, crowded barracks and scaffolds of gold I'm piercing the eye of the moon Snowflakes, stars and orbits, mushroom umbrellas and clouds The mourning cloak of the belching smoke is fluttering over a house like a ghost Through foundries and wobbling gra**, rusty arbors and broken gla**