Lemon Demon – The Machine (Guitar)

         G
All that he does is chip away

     C
Each day he sticks to his routine:

F                                    C
Putting the pieces on building a big machine

              Em
He ran out of room inside his room

          Am
And so he moved it all outside

F                                       C
Now it's a bit too big, now it's a mile wide

           G
The family vans across the desert

       C
Follow signs to park and stare

F                                    C
Nobody says hello, nobody knows he's there

                      Em
They just look at the blinking lights and greebles

     Am
Interlocking arms of steel

                F                                            C
And they think: Nothing could be so big, nothing could be so real, they think

            F      Dm
One million springs

             G       C    F     C G
And spinning things, it's quite a view

F  Dm   C  G
We have no clue...

Dm   C    G  F
What does it do?

Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--

G      F      Em  Am   C                   G
It doesn't do anything (doesn't do anything

            G
He made his own night-vision goggles

       C
Now he lurks inside the frame

   F                                          C
Perfecting it from within, forgetting his own name

            Em
All that he knows is that it needs him

       Am
All it knows is he needs it

F                                 C
Every piston, every single little bit

               G
The government people in black helicopters

C
Try to snoop around

                  F                                               C
I'm so sorry, but he needs the extra parts, he takes the choppers down

              G
Now there are tanks on the horizon

       C
Asking what are his demands?

F                                        C
Not one of them understands, nobody understands (All the megaphones scream)

            F      Dm
One million gears

            G     C   F C    G
Perhaps our fears are coming true

F    Dm   C  G
What does it do?

Dm   C    G  F
What does it do?

Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--

G      F      Em  Am                  C
It doesn't do anything (doesn't do anything)

F            Dm           Am             C
Lost in solipsism he then slowly pulls a lever

           G          Em              Am            C
Which sets off a mechanism which does nothing whatsoever

        F               Dm               Am            C
But the nothing that it does negates the everything we know

             G                 Em                   Am                C
Because it's screaming "Just because!" Because it's neither friend or foe

          F          Dm          Am                C
And so we label it a menace or a grandiose work of art

           G           Em         Am             C
From its finale to its genesis we slowly pull it all apart

Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--

G      F      Em  Am       C   G
It doesn't do anything, do anything

F                               G
Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything!