| Song | Memory Machine |
| Artist | The Dismemberment Plan |
| Album | Emergency & I |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dismemberment Plan | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Dismemberment Plan | |
| 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 | |
| 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 airconditioned vaults | |
| Red wire: right temple | |
| Black wire: left temple | |
| Red wire: right temple | |
| Black wire: left temple |
| zuò qǔ : Dismemberment Plan | |
| 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 | |
| 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 airconditioned vaults | |
| Red wire: right temple | |
| Black wire: left temple | |
| Red wire: right temple | |
| Black wire: left temple |