I synthesise and press a lighted key

Turn it on, compose a melody

Redo from start, I need more rhythm

1 and 4 was for the Commodore

A catchy beat, I put it on repeat

I program more, but still it’s incomplete

Start and stop, where’s the perfect pitch?

I won’t give up until I tap my feet.



I’m gonna make a perfect line

Gonna make it stick to your mind

I won’t give up that magic rhyme

Got to hear it just one more time



Computer music is just like oxygen

Try and fail, again, again, again

I need the recipe for the perfect melody

I add more tracks, run out of DSP

Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic

Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix

Dadaistic, nothing too profound

Electric music resounding all around



I’m gonna make a perfect line

Gonna make it stick to your mind

I won’t give up that magic rhyme

Got to hear it just one more time