about
i was sitting on the couch late in the summer one night, watching tv and playing guitar. i saw a politician come on tv and explain how proud they were that their son was headed off to a warzone. it made me think about war as a machine and how complicated our motivations can be for doing what we do.
lyrics
Great Machine
Son of the great machine
i heard you call my name
mother says she's proud
of where i am now
paint a picture of a family tree
daughters are the sons
their mothers keep
fingers stained with blood
blood that won't come off
paint a picture of a family tree
sons are just the daughters
fathers need
fingers stained with love
love that won't rub off
distant is the heart
that never knew its twin
to play the lonely part
of saviors bathed in sin
gratefully the hands
hold what's yet to come
for babies teeth are made
from parts of larger suns
credits
from
Teeth,
released 26 June 2009
Liam Carey :: vox, guitar, piano
JB Boule :: trumpet
Alex Nahas :: keyboard
Max Diex :: drums, vox
Aaron Estes :: vox
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