Video 8 - The Answering Machine

I’m analogue, an empty cassette shell,

My spinning spools, are feeding your eyes,

I’m attic bound, an empty cassette shell.

I make a sound with mono connection,

The needle’s down on the groove in your eyes.

You’ll now accept the rules, accept the rejection.

An understanding that we were certain of,

There’s a tasteless relief about escape.

I know you can develop if you take the chance,

To feel nothing… I feel nothing.

Video 8, I wonder if our luck will ever change?

God knows we need a change!

I’m broadcast on a thinning signal,

A sunken mast of telegraph wires.

So I reject the rules, coz I’ve had a skin-full.

A test card, a symbol of nothing.

A silent guard, patrolling your eyes,

In the empty cell, of an empty cassette shell.

An understanding that we were certain of,

There’s a tasteless relief about escape.

I know you can develop if you take the chance,

To feel nothing… I feel nothing.

Video 8, I wonder if our luck will ever change?

God knows we need a change!

Video 8…

God knows we need a change!

Video 8, I wonder if our luck will ever change?

God knows we need a change!