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Fold The Machine

Former church organist

style

  • industrial gospel
  • dark electronic
  • distorted organ
  • gospel choir samples
  • male bass-baritone
  • preaching cadence
  • cavernous reverb
  • ominous
  • american accent
  • distorted pipe organ

the numbers

bpm
92
key
D# minor
energy
0.71
dance
0.91
valence
0.43
vocal at
5.1s
length
3:23
language
En

lyrics

(spoken, low, preaching cadence)
Brothers. Sisters. The line is still running.

They built this city out of iron and promises
The iron stayed, you know how the rest went
I played the organ in a church they sold for scrap
(for scrap, for scrap)
Now I play machines and the machines confess

Every bolt has a name
(has a name)
Every name has a shift

Fold the machine
(fold it down)
Everything that made us can unmake us
Fold the machine
(fold it down)
And still we sing, and still we sing

I built an organ from a transmission and a hymn book
It sounds like judgment and it sounds like home
The congregation is whoever's still awake at four
(still awake)
And that's a bigger church than you would think

My father's hands were caught in something like this
He kept working. He kept singing.
(ORGAN CRASHES BACK IN, FULL DISTORTION)

Fold the machine
(fold it down)
Everything that made us can unmake us
Fold the machine
(fold it down)
And still we sing, and still we sing

(amen... amen...)