Vocoder Visions

Ba da, ba da,

break it in two

I wake in fragments,

still coming through

Pocket full of loose screws,

I keep them for proof Every little rattle says I'm still on

the move Mouth full of static,

heart in a loop I make a new map from the parts

I remove They want clean edges,

I bring torn paper Names on the table,

I flip every label If I fall sideways,

I land with a groove

Cut me up, play me back I sound more like me like

that Turn my broken words to gold Let the machine hold my

soul

Ah, ah,

ah, I come back In the crack,

in the crack

I talk to the wires like cousins at dinner They don't give

advice, they just make me thinner Strip down the sentence till rhythm

is center Then build it back crooked and call it a winner

Feet on the ceiling,

ideas on the floor I came for the exit,

invented a door Now every cut syllable asks me for more

Hold up my voice to the glass

See all the pieces pass One says run,

one says stay One hums low and drifts away (hummmm) I am

the cut and the take Cut me up,

play me back I sound more like me like that Turn my

broken words to gold Let the machine hold my soul Cut me

up, play me back I don't fade,

I adapt Ah, ah,

ah, I come back In the crack,

in the crack

Save every piece for later Name every crack a road If I

return in layers You already know Ba da,

ba da

I come back whole