Celestial Spaghetti Machine
๐ต 1600 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 12070017
๐ Lyrics
It's all so long ago
She goes round again
Feel like it's the state of things
Running away from things
Watching it grow
So slow
That she miss it come up from below
And it is what it is
So she finds the only way to live
The only way to live
She watches the ragged scraps of plastic bag flags
Fluttering fitfully on the chain link fence
Trying in vain to escape
Absently regards the man
Taking charge of the fag butts
Around the swings in the kids play park
As he looks around and pulls up the back of his hi-vis trousers
Where a little too much of his red pants are showing
Glancing at the plastic solar powered
Waving panda on the window sill
She smiles
And raises her tired eyes
To the last slivers of tangerine dream clouds
Fading between the chimneys of the power station
Life is an answer and a question
Neither of which are yet clear
Meaning keeps bobbing and weaving around
All the silicon-based ephemera
Before funnelling through the celestial spaghetti machine
Or something
And drifting off into the twilight
Checking the hour glass on her wrist
And brushing those stray sands of time off her to-do list
She takes a moment to feel the blood
Circulating through every vein in her body
Tracing its convoluted circles into infinity
Then goes to make sure
She's got clean socks for school in the morning
Now You go round in circles
Round in circles
You go round circles
Round in circles
You go round in circles
Round in circles
You go round circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
In Circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
She goes round again
Feel like it's the state of things
Running away from things
Watching it grow
So slow
That she miss it come up from below
And it is what it is
So she finds the only way to live
The only way to live
She watches the ragged scraps of plastic bag flags
Fluttering fitfully on the chain link fence
Trying in vain to escape
Absently regards the man
Taking charge of the fag butts
Around the swings in the kids play park
As he looks around and pulls up the back of his hi-vis trousers
Where a little too much of his red pants are showing
Glancing at the plastic solar powered
Waving panda on the window sill
She smiles
And raises her tired eyes
To the last slivers of tangerine dream clouds
Fading between the chimneys of the power station
Life is an answer and a question
Neither of which are yet clear
Meaning keeps bobbing and weaving around
All the silicon-based ephemera
Before funnelling through the celestial spaghetti machine
Or something
And drifting off into the twilight
Checking the hour glass on her wrist
And brushing those stray sands of time off her to-do list
She takes a moment to feel the blood
Circulating through every vein in her body
Tracing its convoluted circles into infinity
Then goes to make sure
She's got clean socks for school in the morning
Now You go round in circles
Round in circles
You go round circles
Round in circles
You go round in circles
Round in circles
You go round circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
In Circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.87] It's all so long ago
[00:19.67] She goes round again
[00:23.31] Feel like it's the state of things
[00:27.39] Running away from things
[00:31.36] Watching it grow
[00:33.61] So slow
[00:35.34] That she miss it come up from below
[00:39.12] And it is what it is
[00:42.98] So she finds the only way to live
[00:45.90] The only way to live
[01:03.49] She watches the ragged scraps of plastic bag flags
[01:06.60] Fluttering fitfully on the chain link fence
[01:09.13] Trying in vain to escape
[01:11.03] Absently regards the man
[01:11.19] Taking charge of the fag butts
[01:14.55] Around the swings in the kids play park
[01:16.84] As he looks around and pulls up the back of his hi-vis trousers
[01:19.90] Where a little too much of his red pants are showing
[01:22.59] Glancing at the plastic solar powered
[01:25.03] Waving panda on the window sill
[01:26.79] She smiles
[01:27.65] And raises her tired eyes
[01:27.65] To the last slivers of tangerine dream clouds
[01:27.71] Fading between the chimneys of the power station
[01:34.73] Life is an answer and a question
[01:37.10] Neither of which are yet clear
[01:39.37] Meaning keeps bobbing and weaving around
[01:41.06] All the silicon-based ephemera
[01:43.45] Before funnelling through the celestial spaghetti machine
[01:45.91] Or something
[01:47.36] And drifting off into the twilight
[01:48.80] Checking the hour glass on her wrist
[01:51.79] And brushing those stray sands of time off her to-do list
[01:54.67] She takes a moment to feel the blood
[01:57.18] Circulating through every vein in her body
[01:58.35] Tracing its convoluted circles into infinity
[02:01.98] Then goes to make sure
[02:02.12] She's got clean socks for school in the morning
[02:54.66] Now You go round in circles
[02:58.67] Round in circles
[03:02.02] You go round circles
[03:06.36] Round in circles
[03:10.05] You go round in circles
[03:14.04] Round in circles
[03:17.18] You go round circles
[03:21.45] Round in circles
[03:42.80] Round in circles
[03:46.52] Round in circles
[03:50.15] Round in circles
[03:53.98] In Circles
[03:57.96] Round in circles
[04:01.63] Round in circles
[04:05.23] Round in circles
[04:08.99] Round in circles
[04:12.66]
[00:19.67] She goes round again
[00:23.31] Feel like it's the state of things
[00:27.39] Running away from things
[00:31.36] Watching it grow
[00:33.61] So slow
[00:35.34] That she miss it come up from below
[00:39.12] And it is what it is
[00:42.98] So she finds the only way to live
[00:45.90] The only way to live
[01:03.49] She watches the ragged scraps of plastic bag flags
[01:06.60] Fluttering fitfully on the chain link fence
[01:09.13] Trying in vain to escape
[01:11.03] Absently regards the man
[01:11.19] Taking charge of the fag butts
[01:14.55] Around the swings in the kids play park
[01:16.84] As he looks around and pulls up the back of his hi-vis trousers
[01:19.90] Where a little too much of his red pants are showing
[01:22.59] Glancing at the plastic solar powered
[01:25.03] Waving panda on the window sill
[01:26.79] She smiles
[01:27.65] And raises her tired eyes
[01:27.65] To the last slivers of tangerine dream clouds
[01:27.71] Fading between the chimneys of the power station
[01:34.73] Life is an answer and a question
[01:37.10] Neither of which are yet clear
[01:39.37] Meaning keeps bobbing and weaving around
[01:41.06] All the silicon-based ephemera
[01:43.45] Before funnelling through the celestial spaghetti machine
[01:45.91] Or something
[01:47.36] And drifting off into the twilight
[01:48.80] Checking the hour glass on her wrist
[01:51.79] And brushing those stray sands of time off her to-do list
[01:54.67] She takes a moment to feel the blood
[01:57.18] Circulating through every vein in her body
[01:58.35] Tracing its convoluted circles into infinity
[02:01.98] Then goes to make sure
[02:02.12] She's got clean socks for school in the morning
[02:54.66] Now You go round in circles
[02:58.67] Round in circles
[03:02.02] You go round circles
[03:06.36] Round in circles
[03:10.05] You go round in circles
[03:14.04] Round in circles
[03:17.18] You go round circles
[03:21.45] Round in circles
[03:42.80] Round in circles
[03:46.52] Round in circles
[03:50.15] Round in circles
[03:53.98] In Circles
[03:57.96] Round in circles
[04:01.63] Round in circles
[04:05.23] Round in circles
[04:08.99] Round in circles
[04:12.66]