Musique Lyrics - Musique - Theatre Of Tragedy

I synthesise and press a lighted key 

Redo from start, I need more rhythm 

Turn it on, compose a melody 

A catchy beat, I put it on repeat 

1 and 4 was for the Commodore 

Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch? 

I program more, but still it's incomplete 

I'm gonna make a perfect line 

I won't give up until I tap my feet. 

I won't give up that magic rhyme 

Gonna make it stick to your mind 

Got to hear it just one more time 

Computer music is just like oxygen 

I need the recipe for the perfect melody 

Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic 

Try and fail, again, again, again 

I add more tracks, run out of DSP 

Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix 

Dadaistic, nothing too profound 

Electric music resounding all around 

Gonna make it stick to your mind 

I'm gonna make a perfect line 

I won't give up that magic rhyme 

Got to hear it just one more time