Diesel Mind, Vacuum Tube Soul

[Verse 1]
Snow on the shop glass.
Massey in the yard.
Graph paper on the bench,
and a wrench in the dark.

Oscilloscope glow,
like a church sign in blue.
I lined up the carb
and I lined up me too.

Prescription bottle
next to calipers and wire.
Same old hands, same old day,
just a cleaner fire.

[Pre-Chorus]
I was all scatter and spark,
all half-built, half late.
Then the signal got shaped
and the parts learned to wait.

[Chorus]
ADHD, analog, and amphetamines
ADHD, analog, and amphetamines
Diesel mind with a vacuum-tube soul
Enough damping to keep it stable

[Verse 2]
Not faster, just less packet loss,
less drift in the line.
I can read the whole diagram
without losing the fine.

My bandwidth improved
but the firmware’s still weird.
I still name every bolt
and I still overgear.

The meds don’t write the blueprints,
don’t weld, don’t dream.
They just smooth out the noise
so the old me can be seen.

[Pre-Chorus]
When the day starts to ring
like a loose tin sheet,
I adjust the gain
til my pulse finds a seat.

[Chorus]
ADHD, analog, and amphetamines
ADHD, analog, and amphetamines
Diesel mind with a vacuum-tube soul
Enough damping to keep it stable

[Bridge]
I’m not broken glass.
I’m a bench with a lamp.
I can stutter, then build,
I can fold, then clamp.

The tractor still coughs,
the radio still hums.
And I still need a tune-up
when the rough weather comes.

[Final Chorus]
ADHD, analog, and amphetamines
ADHD, analog, and amphetamines
Diesel mind with a vacuum-tube soul
My bandwidth improved but the firmware’s still weird
The meds don’t write the blueprints
Enough damping to keep it stable