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The Drill

2014 – for The Frank Horvat Band – 3:06

Music and words by Frank Horvat

Recording

Album: Strange Machine
Buy Song: iTunes or CDBaby
Date: May-August 2014
Location: THE FARM, Toronto
Musicians: Frank Horvat (piano), Ghislain Aucoin (vocals), Thom Gill (guitar), Bram Gielen (bass), Jean Martin (percussion)
Producer: Frank Horvat and Jean Martin
 

Strange Machine - The Frank Horvat Band

  1. The Drill The Frank Horvat Band - Frank Horvat (piano), Ghislain Aucoin (vocals), Thom Gill (guitar), Bram Gielen (bass), Jean Martin (percussion) Buy on iTunes 03:06

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Programme Notes

The idea to compose The Drill came about after a phone conversation with my father who had just gone through dental surgery. He described in great what it was like. After I got off the phone, I imagined what it would be like if the dental instruments that had done the drilling came to life and would actually start talking to the patient.

– Frank Horvat

Lyrics

As he waits to get in that chair
for his showdown with those contraptions of pain and waste
He thinks back to those times of remorse and guilt
when he could have been much nicer to himself
But now is now and then is then
and the now brings him face to face with the man and his awful machines
The chair is cold but he his hot,
the lights are bright but he has fought to avoid this long ultimate…

Clash, clash
Oh my God, here it goes
The drill’s ripping into my flesh and bones
Why does it echo so very loud
But I don’t feel
But I don’t taste
But I don’t smell
But I don’t feel
Oh my God, I see blood
My mind is filling with a sea of mud
The dismantling of me
The separation of we
Oh my God, the pressing
I’m bracing, but then I…

Float, float

The drill stares and smirks at me as she cleans
the dripping red liquid off her sharpened bits.
I asked her what type of satisfaction one get’s
for ripping through human flesh with such grit?
Well it’s tons of fun, the drills get along,
the perks aren’t bad, love to work all day long.
Wow, she peeled back my skin but now I know that it was not personal,
whoa do you detect my throb, throb, throb, throb, throb, throb, throb.

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