[Time]

Clickity clack I miss the sound of that

It woke me from my sleep I had to find where it was at

I stumbled outside through the stripped sycamore trees

The leaves all retreated from the January freeze

Dancer in the dark I saw the fog of my breath

I saw a flash in the park as a coyote wept

I walked towards the spark to a cottonwood tree

I saw an Olympia it saw a darkness in me

Fermented dreams, it saw the rot inside of me

It told the shadows I'm glad you brought him to me

The metal was cold like a Glock to my head

That happened in 03 by now I thought I’d be dead

I took the machine home, my mind started to roam

The wind started to moan like a Wayne Shorter poem

It said phantom navigator I will take you to Atlantis

On a saxophone write this night dreamer anthem

The machine kept clacking spilling its metallic history

It said its great grandfather was Francesco from Italy

It spoke of Pellegrino and a Brit named Henry Mill

Chris Sholes, Glidden, and Soule, it had stories to tell

It helped out the blind, it let people speak

In 1874 I got my keys, you call it QWERTY

But knowledge is class war they made the imperial brand

Then came mass war, they made royal for the material man

Used in world war 2 we bombed Hiroshima, Nagasaki too

They used the Corona 3, typing destruction with me

When hitler needed help, IBM had the remedy

Holocaust helpers made the Selectric in the 70s

Crying ink it said you humans made a mistake

Using computers but showing no love to Ada Lovelace

Its ribbon ran dry it had rubber scarred feet

I put my ear to its spool and heard a heartbeat

I changed its ribbon and said thanks for the knowledge you've given

It said there's a soft typewriter tapping the lives we’re living

1984 was written on a Remington

The bell tolled for Hemingway he was gone with the setting sun

Popping black beauties, Jack wrote on a scroll

Orpheus Emerged from his underwood though

Baldwin wrote another country with an SM7

Gonzo typed his last letter and took a cannon to heaven

Kaczynski used a Montgomery Ward standard

Plath pounded on a Hermes, searching for the answers

Leonard Cohen drowned his in the Aegean sea

It sunk like a beautiful loser as it rusted in peace

Thank you for finding me in the park your light was strong

Creation has the courage to say you might belong

I swear at night machines come alive, I might be wrong

But last night I watched the Olympia type this song