These are squeals of a light bulb swinging two feet above the slick glass of a copy machine's open jaws. The bulb is raised by your claps and lowered by your silence. The shadows grow and shrink with your lack of commitment to enthusiasm. While the line of best fit sags, it's the jagged indecision in your voice that makes the music suspenseful. Are you a machine? Surely you are. So is the sunset.
Slaraffenland - I'm A Machine (mp3) [myspace]