Fun Machine

Fun Machine

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Fun Machine is a band that shifts away from the everyday and mundane. The music has many mood changes and textural shifts. Loud and crazy, soft and serene, strange and confusing, etc. They simply want to take the listener away from reality and into their own where they can dance, think, and forget.

Biography

Fun Machine were undoubtedly born from milk and will be the first people to live on the surface of the sun. This is the best way of explaining the music if you do not know the band. Emerging from nowhere, the songs wind their way through otherworldly terrains gathering all manners of freaks along the way. Wherever the music turns, you and Fun Machine will be there, carrying each others moments into the future. Part of that future is with their full length "Sonnenhuhn" which is currently available for digital download and is out in stores on Feb. 23rd. Art collective turned record label BNS Sessions will be releasing the full length with distribution by Cargo Records (Europe/Digital) and Carrot Top Records (USA/North America).

Lyrics

Blok People

Written By: Fun Machine

Out on the highway ahead, statues old and dead, to the exit of the road, past it fast we go,
To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,
In those northern lands, chaotic suburbians, fire breathing creatures, scattered street sweepers,
To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,

They’re coming to find you, and you can’t hide,
They’re going to hunt you down, until you die.

Friends I do not know, feeling the fearing grow, the witches’ touch awakes jaundiced fevered shakes,
To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,
Hiding out on the porch, hidden images moving close, I fear that it’s all too late, one touch seals my fate,
To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,

Starting to shake now, all at the sunrise, I’m starting to wake now, into my life…

Family Vapor

Written By: Fun Machine

The twin torches, a beacon of fear, clearly realizing you are no longer safe here.

They despise you over several seas, now you’re out in the car and into the streets,
Early morning rush arrives, and there’s a new spark of terror in your eyes,
Out to the Turnpike, headed north, scattered images fill your mind,
As you look to the left, towards the airport, and wonder about the things they’ll find,
Caffeine fuels the job you’ve laid ahead, so you can pound out the payments on the thin ice over the dead,
Wearing your knuckles thin till it breaks the bone, losing everything you know just to get home

You know you’re just a casualty of paranoid society products of we and TV, where exists peaces?
Nowhere at all nowhere at all, nowhere

Loss of self is just a sign of the times, where you’re running behind, running blind, nowhere to hide,
You work all day and you sleep the rest, now the man on the corner has a bomb on his chest,
Rain falls hard on the highway cold, you know his face is wrinkled and his tar is old,
Walk in the door and look at the bed (sneaking through the backyard, slow)
Finally some time to rest your head (his is big, your trusted friend)
Thinking about the things you’ve done, taking them from you and everyone, the night has come
Our place to relax is under attack, a way of life has been laid to rest, what will you mother fuckers think of next,
JET FLASH SMASH CRASH BREAK INTO THE HOUSE OF THE FUTURE

You’re casualties of paranoid society, products of we and TV, where exists peace?
Nowhere at all, nowhere at all, nowhere…

I’m losing mind my mind’s losing it, and the only way out is through those stars
The kids are growing up, not knowing who they are…

Welcome home Mr. Gentleman, tardiness marked on your cold plate again,
The wife is waiting; kids are playing, sit in slumber to the hum of the TV…
Seceding seas mark me, unlike your dreams, there’s no tunnel to escape over the rivers and cities,
And still the calm refrain, the silent roar supplements the void inside your brain, again, the pain.

Lights seen flashing and the walls come alive, yet I’m too afraid to even shut my eyes,
Monsters of oblivion gathering in around me…
Sons of the SUV learning geometry in shopping malls, to do nothing…
The scum of the universe comprised of a parking lot…
The walls’ alive and they’re closing in…the walls’ alive and they’re closing in around me…
Seven dollars just to buy me some freedom.

HEY! YOU! GET OUTTA HERE!

Go to Walgreens, there you’ll find things, there at Walgreen’s, there you’ll find things…
Three of the cee’s, three of the cee’s…
Three of the cee’s but there’s sixteen of three cee’s , there’s sixteen of three cee’s,
There’s three cee’s of sixteen, the red pills are washing down, you’re washing down the cee’s,
You’re washing them down, with lemon-lime carbonation, you’re washing down sixteen three cee’s with lemon-lime carbonation, you’re washing down the cee’s
Your body is shaking, thoughts are quaking all around, pretty soon the lights turn red,
You fall down hard and then you’re dead, your heart beats fast and you don’t know why,
As you float through the floor into the sky, you need your feet no longer here…and,
As you float down as you’re shaking, above the floor as you’re quaking,
You are sinking; nothing can save you from your own devices….
Here it comes…

Slowly above my head, gathering moonbeams from white to red,
See the ticker slowly moving across the screen the water’s churning,
Birds of prey have made their way from outer space down to today,
I’ll finally know now what it’s like to cross the deep dark crevice of eternity…

Morph from flesh to vapor,
The fire wall is moving close, they’re going to finally make their payment,
Turn our city to a ghost…

You’ll never take it away, you’ll never take it away from me…

Liquid Pants

Written By: Fun Machine

Oh, trigonometry, please calculate for me
The steep slope frustration, of opposite adjacent angles
Your fear has ceased to be, tell me what this means
The jungle is on fire from chemical sources higher
Gears are pumping steam of electricity
Embrace the acidic scrub
We are here to wipe your fogging eyes!

The time has come again, to wash your soul again

Salt mined a care or two
Hellholes evaded me
Until you dropped the bomb, stopped the song
moved along and now you’re gone

And the trees are breaking, suns exploding…
Invading the silence even at depth urgency.
There’s no peace here
floating on your death threads
stripped me from my soothe seas
sunken from my old sun bed

The Reason for Rubber

Written By: Fun Machine

NJ’s Bar was lit, with the dim light of a funeral parlor
Paying for poison, ultimately becoming the alien that you fear
In this grand old play, he’s the troubadour, the nomad sage
Boredom and discontentment are grinding out the cornerstone of wanderlust

Welcome to New Jersey, everyone you meet here is dreaming of leaving

From the twisted ankle ecstasy for the fuck hungry drippers
To a grueling slugfest of beer driven lashes
To search with James for the treasures of the burden
And it takes a genius to figure out the strategies of a moron

Goodbye my friend, we will see you again somewhere far away, where the darkness fades.

Ropeswing

Written By: Fun Machine

An escape, from sensible reality, from life, from love, and from family
Docile Mecca, isolated sanctuary, transposes the thoughts of apathy…

Trust in the trees, thrill of danger on the winter breeze, guaranteed to please

Set a scene, resting from the urban machine, amongst the river and growing green
Separate, from taste and touch and sound and see, flake from the thoughts of reality…

Trust in the trees, thrill of danger on the winter breeze, guaranteed to please

And soon, you’ll see the rope break eventually…
The green trees around me, the sound leaves the ground breathes, in soothe seas I found peace…

Magic Kingdom’s burning down, move along to higher ground…
Move along to pave your way, living life for just one day…
One day those seas are soon to side, free tickets for the wheelchair ride…

Dance of the Ucky-Buckies

Written By: Fun Machine

You, your eyes turn white
I, can see no light
They never really had a clue of what their teeth could really do
Now their gums are dripping to the ground, deafening the screaming sounds…
I can’t blame you for going insane in this thick haunting of fear and pain…

And when this earth is gone
We will linger on
Skin is scalding from the iron’s kiss, we’ve got to find a way out of this
The butchers hold their cleavers high, hold your breath and greet the sky
I can’t blame you for going insane in this thick haunting of fear and pain…

Inside flickers the ribs, and the feathers that hold up my eyelids
In dark glow irises, there’s a fountain of bliss that will wash me away
Gemini, stay…

Now that time has come again, inside this rift we’ll slip our hands
Never knowing as you skip a world away…

Buried deep like a burning star, another life I would be a king card
So as the plane flies high, the tears run dry…

Blok 1

Written By: Fun Machine

Stagnation all around
Stagnation in your sound
We just want to move away your bloks!
Stagnation all around
Stagnation in your sound
We just want to show you all you've lost!

The plunge is never what it seems
the lion's head breathes worth
Cross the pit's illusion
to the majesty unearthed

Factories of broken dreams
producing sanity
Hold your breath's hand tightly
into unreality

Count reverse from 1 two 3
We won’t be leaving soon
so enjoy the tranquil madness
of the gibberish balloon

Achilles made his final plea
Narcissus is in bloom
Still the salamander laxes
in the crescent of the moon

Bloks on the horizon are rising
Bloks on the horizon are rising
Bloks on the horizon are rising
Bloks on the horizon are rising overhead!!

Were you there when the cubes converged?
And did you see that shape emerge?
Far beneath the sun forms Blok 1!!!

Lost in Glasgow

Written By: Fun Machine

Night closes its heavy doors to the pissed up crowded masses,
They are all searching for their phoenix in the ashes
Staggered up the neon glow where my mindless eyes reside
This city grants a faceless space with nowhere to hide…

Merging with the concrete flesh, observing all that passes
Women’s tongues lock the gate, and I can’t find my…

Way out of here, I’ve become my fear…

Itch scratch, itch scratch, the plan is hatched
A reebo-so-may-ko-chay
Darkness is my way to move, dispatched into this maelstrom
Staggered up the neon glow where my mindless eyes reside
This city grants a faceless space with nowhere to hide…

Sauchiehall, one more down, spiraled in your madness
This city lingers in my skin and I can’t find my…

Way out of here, I’ve become my fear.

Rocky Maj

Written By: Fun Machine

In the tunnel of pure white light, unreality wipes my eyes
A radiation nation, a new creation, under those blood red skies
Living in fear, living in dread, someone’s gonna end up dead soon,
A pile of debris was all that was left from the big Warhead

It’s a a spiraling blue flash hot, vaporized my hands, but the sands all turned to glass,
It’s getting dark again, nightcrawlers rise, just a creature in the dark in his nuclear demise…

Oh, they said we’d be safe, no one trust no one, trust no one
On the couch, reversed the scenes, milkshake churning stomach then bleeds
Oh, the fires’ moving close, Westminster’s Bells all shot to hell…

It’s a a spiraling blue flash hot, vaporized my hands, but the sands all turned to glass,
It’s getting dark again, nightcrawlers rise, just a creature in the dark in his nuclear demise…

Into the backyard, scatter and smash, green trades the world for his marching batons
Down to the road, to the desert, receiving surgery for my head wounds
Round the block, round the block, we’re playing our little games, beneath her silver moonlight
Oh, they said we’d be safe at home…

We’re hiding in the bushes
Hog-tied
It never ends for us, just trying to have a good time

But I know the ship’s engines roar, spews fire in the air and I’m everywhere…
Oh, spiraling blue around me…

It’s getting dark now, do as your wisdom tells you, run and hide inside
It’s getting dark now, do as the moon tells you, you run and hid inside
You motherfuckers, your days are numbered, the light that was once bright now dims and fades away.

Discography

'Fun Machine'
'Liquid Pants' single
Receiving local college airplay...

BRAND NEW ALBUM!
'SonnenHuhn' the new full length will be in stores Feb. 23rd, and it is now available online at all major online retailers such as iTunes, Rhapsody, Amazon, etc.

It is already being played on college stations such as Princeton Radio 103.3 WPRB FM, independent stations such as Music for Listeners and Local Honey, and abroad on radio shows in the UK, France, and Germany.

Set List

The sets they usually play are slotted for us in the 30 minute to 1 hour time frame. They are quite capable of doing longer sets, no problem.

1. Blok People
2. Liquid Pants
3. Lost in Glasgow
4. Blok 1
5. Flaking Reality
6. Family Vapor
7. Ropeswing
8. The Reason for Rubber
9. Pseudoyoudontknow
10. The Dance at the Malice Palace
11. Blok 3
12. Math and Science