Patch Chord Princess

Intro

Verse

Walnut panels, rows of chrome-ringed dials

patch cords curled like liquorice in piles

I find the A by ear, no tuning fork

the first sine wave pops out like a cork

The men in lab coats drop their clipboards flat

they didn't know a Moog could purr like that

Hook

Red cord in, and then the blue

(wah-ooh)

watch the oscillator follow through

(wah-ooh-ah)

Patch Cord Princess, set the clock

(one)

one little bleep becomes a flock

(then a hundred)

Verse

At the World's Fair they set the stage for two

Professor Tock brought his tape machine too

He splices loops with scissors, inch by inch

I run the sequencer, and that's a cinch

The judges' pencils start to tap in time

a sailor waltzes with a mime

Hook

Red cord in, and then the blue

(wah-ooh)

watch the oscillator follow through

(wah-ooh-ah)

Patch Cord Princess, set the clock

(one)

one little bleep becomes a flock

(then a hundred)

Moog Solo

Breakdown

Attack

(snap)

decay

(sag)

sustain

(hold it)

release

(exhale)

[Spoken] "Created by DarkPrincess -- Royalty of the Night"

Verse

Professor Tock just bows and hands me his reel

and asks me how I made the filter squeal

I sketch the routing on a paper plate

the keyboard sends the envelope a gate

Then I coil the leads and pack them up in twos

and catch the monorail in silver shoes

Hook

Plug the last cord, let it ring

(wah-ooh)

every oscillator starts to sing

(wah-ooh-ah)

Patch Cord Princess, monorail and gone

(bloop) (bye-bye)

leave the filter open, play it on

(play it on and on)