The Mother in the Machine

[Intro]
[Verse]
Sign the dotted line
Stained with rye and wine
The ink is heavy, dark and thick
A fermented little trick
The form is grey and old
Like the stories we were told
My weary hands are shaking now
Before I take the holy vow
[Pre-Chorus]
The bubbles start to rise
Underneath the neon skies
I feel the jitters in my chest
Put my patience to the test
[Chorus]
Oh, the mother lives in the machine
The wildest yeast I've ever seen
No more store-bought crusts for me
In this warm doughy ecstasy
Let the fermentation bloom
Inside this quiet basement room
The crust is gold, the heart is light
We bake until the morning light
[Post-Chorus]
Bubbling away
On this initiation day
Bubbling away
We have nothing left to say
[Verse]
The high priest wears a dusty robe
Scanning every golden lobe
We argue over hydration rates
While the heavy machine waits
It's a 1970s fax
Hiding all the secret cracks
The starter lives inside the wire
Feeding every baker's fire
[Pre-Chorus]
The bubbles start to rise
Underneath the neon skies
I feel the jitters in my chest
Put my patience to the test
[Chorus]
Oh, the mother lives in the machine
The wildest yeast I've ever seen
No more store-bought crusts for me
In this warm doughy ecstasy
Let the fermentation bloom
Inside this quiet basement room
The crust is gold, the heart is light
We bake until the morning light
[Bridge]
Feed the mother, feel the heat
Knead the dough and find the beat
Feed the mother, feel the heat
Knead the dough and find the beat
Feed the mother, feel the heat
Knead the dough and find the beat
[Breakdown]
(Bird call trill ad-lib)
Carbon paper smells like flour
This is our finest hour
Micro-terror of the burnt
Lessons that we haven't learnt
[Break]
[Chorus]
Oh, the mother lives in the machine
The wildest yeast I've ever seen
No more store-bought crusts for me
In this warm doughy ecstasy
Let the fermentation bloom
Inside this quiet basement room
The crust is gold, the heart is light
We bake until the morning light
[Post-Chorus]
No more plastic bags
No more grocery tags
Just the sourdough soul
Making us feel whole
[Outro]