Every band needs an anthem, and this is ours — mostly because it contains our name, which felt like the least we could do. The song follows a vending machine of mysterious complexity: insert a nickel, receive something beyond all reasonable expectation. We've always believed the best things come from simple inputs and a little faith in the mechanism. If a folk tune can feel like a radical, electrical, fully scientifical miracle, then maybe the machine is working exactly as intended.

5¢ Miracle (Sethares & Marcotte)

A nickel in the slot. You’ve hit the jackpot
It whirs and clicks with a comical flair
Then a small door opens and it all starts to happen
A miracle leaps in the air

It juggles some logic, then flips into nonsense
It’s made of impossible thread
A 5¢ invention, beyond comprehension
That dances like a dream in your head

Chorus:
It’s a radical, electrical, fully scientifical miracle vending machine
It’s 2¢ spectacle, 2¢ innovational, 1¢ no one knows what it means
It’s a 5¢ miracle

It clanks with conviction, then hisses predictions
A piston in a chromium drone
Its sprockets all chatter in syncopated patter
Like logic rehearsing a poem

It ticks like a watch made of wind-up intentions
Quantum joy in a candy-sized burst
It pirouettes sideways, then backwards through Mondays
As if time itself was reversed

Move in close, nose pressed against the glass
Wide eyed, surprised at what’s about to happen
Wishes, hopes, and dreams trade in the currency of time
Oh but miracles, only half a dime!

It flickers with meaning, then slips into seeming
A riddle that folds into regret
It’s somewhat folksy, it’s almost, it’s mostly
Something not quite finished yet