[00:00.000] 作曲 : Travis Morrison/Eric Axelson/Joseph Easley/Jason Caddell
[00:00.081] Red wire: right temple
[00:02.714] Black wire: left temple
[00:04.888] Red wire: right temple
[00:07.162] Black wire: left temple
[00:09.501] Red wire: right temple
[00:11.733] Black wire: left temple
[00:13.996] Red wire: right temple
[00:16.498] Black wire: left temple
[00:33.152] There are times I think eternal life ain’t such a bad gig
[00:39.892] Smoke all you want and see the planets
[00:42.825] If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
[00:48.944] The distant panic
[00:50.969] Someday, I’m telling you
[00:53.412] They’ll make a memory machine
[00:55.137] To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
[00:58.285] To wash away the grief
[01:02.028] Someday, I’m telling you
[01:03.970] They’ll make a memory machine
[01:05.668] To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
[01:09.288] To wash away the grief
[01:12.851] There are folks that say to have a soul you’ve got to suffer
[01:19.621] Well lately I’ve had my RDA of that
[01:22.734] And call it fascist but I know that someday happy
[01:28.615] Will be all that matters
[01:30.669] Someday, I’m telling you
[01:32.913] They’ll make a memory machine
[01:34.846] To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
[01:37.989] To wash away the grief
[01:41.743] Someday, I’m telling you
[01:43.879] They’ll make a memory machine
[01:45.708] To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
[01:48.926] To wash away the grief
[01:52.666] Poetry, Aldous Huxley—yeah, yeah, yeah, it’ll be a relief
[02:02.817] If they can make machines to save us labor
[02:08.736] Someday they’ll do our hearts the very same favor
[02:14.590] The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt
[02:19.622] By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults
[02:24.173] Red wire: right temple
[02:26.127] Black wire: left temple
[02:28.339] Red wire: right temple
[02:30.407] Black wire: left temple
[02:32.712] Red wire: right temple
[02:34.849] Black wire: left temple
[02:36.998] Red wire: right temple
[02:39.268] Black wire: left temple

作曲 : Travis Morrison/Eric Axelson/Joseph Easley/Jason Caddell
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
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
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple