The Machine

G

[0:06]
F    Am/D
Am   C
G    Em
Am   C

G    C
F    C

[Verse 1]
         G
All that he does is chip away
     C
Each day he sticks to his routine:
F                                 
Putting the pieces on building a 
   C
big machine
              Em
He ran out of room inside his room
          Am
And so he moved it all outside
F                                 
Now it's a bit too big, now it's a
      C
 mile wide

[Verse 2]
           G
The family vans across the desert
       C
Follow signs to park and stare
F                                 
Nobody says hello, nobody knows 
   C
he's there
                      Em
They just look at the blinking 
lights and greebles
     Am
Interlocking arms of steel
                F                  
And they think: Nothing could be so
                          C
 big, nothing could be so real, they
 think

[Pre-chorus]
            F      Dm
One million springs
             G       C    F     C
And spinning things, it's quite a 
 G
view
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F  Dm   C  G
We have no clue...
Dm   C    G  F
What does it do?

[Chorus]
Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--
G      F      Em  Am   C      
It doesn't do anything 
             G
(doesn't do anything

[Interlude]
Em
Am   C

[Verse 3]
            G
He made his own night-vision goggles
       C
Now he lurks inside the frame
   F                      
Perfecting it from within, 
                    C
forgetting his own name
            Em
All that he knows is that it needs 
him
       Am
All it knows is he needs it
F                                 
Every piston, every single little 
C
bit

[Verse 4]
               G
The government people in black 
helicopters
C
Try to snoop around
                  F                
I'm so sorry, but he needs the 
                               C
extra parts, he takes the choppers 
down
              G
Now there are tanks on the horizon
       C
Asking what are his demands?
F                                 
Not one of them understands, 
       C
nobody understands (All the 
megaphones scream)

[Pre-chorus]
            F      Dm
One million gears
            G     C   F C    G
Perhaps our fears are coming true
F    Dm   C  G
What does it do?
Dm   C    G  F
What does it do?

[Chorus]
Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--
G      F      Em  Am           
It doesn't do anything (doesn't
       C
 do anything)

[Bridge]
F            Dm           Am    
Lost in solipsism he then slowly
         C
 pulls a lever
           G          Em       
Which sets off a mechanism which 
       Am            C
does nothing whatsoever
        F               Dm        
But the nothing that it does 
       Am            C
negates the everything we know
             G              
Because it's screaming "Just 
   Em                   Am   
because!" Because it's neither 
             C
friend or foe
          F          Dm          
And so we label it a menace or a 
Am                C
grandiose work of art
           G           Em         
From its finale to its genesis we 
Am             C
slowly pull it all apart

[Otro]
Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--
G      F      Em  Am       C   G
It doesn't do anything, do anything

F                             
Doesn't do anything, doesn't do 
  G
anything!

[Outro chords]
F   Dm  Am  C
G   C