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Lyrics and Music: A. Phillips and D. Bramwell

Speed, speed, cutting into the trees
And the sharpened breath of a mountain stream

Colour these fields with our hands and eyes
Follow these hills with a slow climb
In the air the distant clangs and dreams
The city birds that haunt that haunt these old machines

Deep, deep, sinking into the trees
And the darkened veins of a mountain leaf

And in the air the distant clangs and dreams
The city birds that haunt these old machines

Moving out, out, out
Moving out, out, out
Moving out, out, out

Speed, speed, cutting into the trees
And the sharpened breath of a mountain stream

And by the shadows of a swollen sky
The city birds who gather on the wire
Throught he darkness hidden in the trees
The city wolves which stalk these old machines

Moving out, out, out
Moving out, out, out
Moving out, out,out

Old Machines

Taken from the 2010 album, 1 Inch: ½ Mile

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