Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Musique

I synthesise and press a lighted key 
Turn it on, compose a melody 
Redo from start, I need more rhythm 
1 and 4 was for the Commodore 
A catchy beat, I put it on repeat 
I program more, but still it's incomplete 
Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch? 
I won't give up until I tap my feet. 


I'm gonna make a perfect line 
Gonna make it stick to your mind 
I won't give up that magic rhyme 
Got to hear it just one more time 


Computer music is just like oxygen 
Try and fail, again, again, again 
I need the recipe for the perfect melody 
I add more tracks, run out of DSP 
Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic 
Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix 
Dadaistic, nothing too profound 
Electric music resounding all around 


I'm gonna make a perfect line 
Gonna make it stick to your mind 
I won't give up that magic rhyme