They Gave me Myth

They Gave me Myth

by Chase-Barthes

I’ve got a machine who is powerful

I’ve got a machine who is real

I’ve got a machine who needs me

Ooh the gave me myth

They gave me myth, myth, myth

They gave me myth

Yes, they gave me myth, myth, myth,

Yes, they gave me myth

In it I find him standing

In the next it he’s still

An ore his maching can show me

Oh they gave me myth

They got a hand on an end

Or a world on hand

Oooh, oooh, so on hand

Closed paradoxically

Or a man of power

But I’m represented as magic thought.

Because my machine’s functional

I’ve got a machine who is real

But I almost found my machine

After they gave me myth

Yes, they gave me myth, myth, myth

They gave me myth

They gave me myth, myth, myth,

Yes, they gave me myth.

I've been doing work archiving an old contemporary music magazine called The Ear.  I found this poem, and I liked it.