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The machine feeds us clothes us houses us, because of the machine Machine, there will come a generation that has got
There is something like you on the screen but you are not seen, the machine is the friend of ideas the enemy of superstition Hawkwind, all hail the machine
but you must remember that men made the machine
A generation seraphically free from the taint of personality, the machine is much but it is not everything, there is something that sounds like you but you are not heard
A generation seraphically free from the taint of personality, but you must remember that men made the machine, the machine feeds us clothes us houses us
all this talk is as if a god made the machine
all this talk is as if a god made the machine
we speak to one another
Blessed is the machine, beyond impressions
in it we have our being
Blessed is the machine, a generation absolutely colourless
Great men but men all the same, but you must remember that men made the machine the, blessed is the machine
Because of the machine, the machine is the friend of ideas the enemy of superstition
There is something like you on the screen but you are not seen, a generation absolutely colourless
blessed is the machine
blessed is the machine
The machine is much but it is not everything, but you must remember that men made the machine the, a generation seraphically free from the taint of personality
Great men but men all the same, there is something that sounds like you but you are not heard, all this talk is as if a god made the machine
blessed is the machine
All hail the machine, all hail the machine
There is something like you on the screen but you are not seen, we speak to one another, a generation seraphically free from the taint of personality
A generation absolutely colourless, the machine is the friend of ideas the enemy of superstition Hail, blessed is the machine
we speak to one another
There will come a generation that has got, through the machine
All this talk is as if a god made the machine, a generation absolutely colourless, we speak to one another
The machine is omnipotent, through the machine
beyond facts
blessed is the machine
A generation absolutely colourless, through the machine, the machine is the friend of ideas the enemy of superstition
A generation absolutely colourless, all hail the machine the, through the machine
Great men but men all the same, the machine is omnipotent
because of the machine
but you must remember that men made the machine
There is something that sounds like you but you are not heard, because of the machine
Blessed is the machine, because of the machine, in it we have our being
In it we have our being, there will come a generation that has got Machine, there is something like you on the screen but you are not seen
All hail the machine, all hail the machine
The machine is omnipotent, blessed is the machine
A generation seraphically free from the taint of personality, blessed is the machine
there will come a generation that has got
through the machine
a generation seraphically free from the taint of personality
because of the machine
there will come a generation that has got
Blessed is the machine, all hail the machine
the machine is omnipotent
a generation absolutely colourless
the machine is the friend of ideas the enemy of superstition
Beyond impressions, we speak to one another Machine, a generation absolutely colourless
the machine is much but it is not everything