Songwriter's Breakfast

She's just a gypsy She goes right where the wind blows And she don't know how to settle She's like the steam Coming from the kettle It's so silent It's the machine that makes the sound It's The Machine that tries to hold her down Smile on my tongue It raise the roof of my mouth Open wide, Take a bite, Spit it out Piece-meals are sold in pretty little packages I should have known better But I hadn't unwrapped it yet Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah Well someone's in the kitchen And you're just wishing That you could have the same When love is all that remains Don't put the kettle down Don't put the kettle down You better go and make a sound Louder than The Machine Darlin, don't put the kettle down Don't put the kettle down You better go and make a sound Louder than The Machine I'm just a loner I don't want to be kept And I don't want no one to own me I can't remember the last time Someone I loved phoned me It's let me down Your words so silent never make a sound If love isn't real Then why does it come around? Well that's not love No, not from you No that's not love If you don't want it to be yours Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah Well someone's in the kitchen And you're just wishing That you could have the same Don't put the kettle down Don't put the kettle down You'd better go and make a sound Louder than The Machine Darlin, don't put the kettle down Don't put the kettle down You better go and make a sound Louder than The Machine Darlin, don't put the kettle down Don't put the kettle down You better go and make a sound Louder than The Machine Darlin, don't put the kettle down Don't put the kettle down You better go and make a sound Louder than The Machine Louder than The Machine Louder than The Machine