La Boucle

Lyrics

[Intro]You hear that?That's us tonight.[Verse 1]The order was to sort by shape.I know this. The memo arrived.But the hand, my hand, still reaches for red.Always red.The doctor clears his throat.He says, "Try again, Madame."And I try again.My mind says triangle.My hand......reaches for red.[Chorus]La boucle.The little loop.The needle caught in a crack in the vinyl.The same sad note, played for no one.Just the dust, and the turntable light, and the thought that won't...The thought that won't...The thought that won't turn the page.[Verse 2]I read about a German, Karl Kleist.Nineteen-eighteen.He watched a soldier try to stop tapping a pencil.Just... stop.The war was over. The guns were quiet.But the tap... tap... tap...It had its own orders.A ghost in the machine, still following the first command.He wrote it down.He gave our little trap a name.[Chorus]La boucle.The little loop.The needle caught in a crack in the vinyl.The same sad note, played for no one.Just the dust, and the turntable light, and the thought that won't...The thought that won't...The thought that won't turn the page.[Bridge]Perseverare.In Latin, it meant to abide. To continue steadfastly.A compliment.You see? Once, this was a strength.This refusal to let go.This loyalty to the first feeling.Funny how a fortress becomes a prison,without moving a single stone.[Outro]The hand reaches for red.For red.For red.Sort by red.