Simpler Machines - Shriekback

I wouldn’t say I was an old fool yet

But a time arrives in the lives of men

When a kindly mist enshrouds the holy past

(We wouldn’t make those mistakes again)

The backward glance always a price to pay

For who has lived that time has not battered?

As we stand at the mercy of the sun

No longer those whom the daylight flatters

Sometimes the scent on a drifting breeze

Draws us back to when all of our hands were clean

When all the world seemed comprehensible

What we had with all those simpler machines

(And still we yearn for all those simpler machines)

Shell shocked by the speed of life

And nothing broken we know how to mend

Bewildered by such perpetual delights

We want to feel the wheels and architraves again

And preciously, precariously

Robust as porcelain figurines

We take a bow and start to say goodnight

Comrades for ever with all those simpler machines

Locked into history with those simpler machines

The scrapyard stars are glittering tonight

The shards and smithereens

No question, it is a sentimental sight

Our toys and tools all of those simpler machines

They’ll break your heart alright, those simpler machines