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This song is for my nemesis, the Clock. Of course it's possible that I'm my nemesis, and I'm blaming the Clock. But she can't do anything to stop me.
The beginning of this song was getting a little dark and death-y, so I forced myself to give it an optimistic twist, and I think I like where it goes. It leaves it up to me to fix my relationship with time before it's too late. And I would like to do that. (See track 5 for a synopsis of my dysfunction with respect to time.)
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That clock that clock, she's a cruel mistress, she'll kick you out of bed
She'll roll you out the door before you're ready
She'll get busy when you feel like gettin' friendly
She's fast and slow though she swears she's steady
And that clock, she's always right, whoa
The clock, she's always right
That clock that clock, she's a cruel pacecar, a rabbit on a string
The chase stokes your adrenaline
It's a thrill to race her for a spin
But you can't beat her, just beat yourself again
Oh that clock will wind you up, boy
Oh that clock will run you down
But I know that clock, and I think she likes you -
I swear I saw her wink
Yeah, I think that clock, she's got a thing for you,
better go buy her a drink
She likes planes and trains and hittin' the races,
Smidge of engine grease upon her face
She's sweet if you can match her pace
Oh, I bet you could be friends
Yeah, I bet you could be friends
Oh, you want her in your sidecar in any case
'Cuz that clock she always wins
Yeah that clock she always wins
This song is for my nemesis, the Clock. Of course it's possible that I'm my nemesis, and I'm blaming the Clock. But she can't do anything to stop me.
The beginning of this song was getting a little dark and death-y, so I forced myself to give it an optimistic twist, and I think I like where it goes. It leaves it up to me to fix my relationship with time before it's too late. And I would like to do that. (See track 5 for a synopsis of my dysfunction with respect to time.)
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That clock that clock, she's a cruel mistress, she'll kick you out of bed
She'll roll you out the door before you're ready
She'll get busy when you feel like gettin' friendly
She's fast and slow though she swears she's steady
And that clock, she's always right, whoa
The clock, she's always right
That clock that clock, she's a cruel pacecar, a rabbit on a string
The chase stokes your adrenaline
It's a thrill to race her for a spin
But you can't beat her, just beat yourself again
Oh that clock will wind you up, boy
Oh that clock will run you down
But I know that clock, and I think she likes you -
I swear I saw her wink
Yeah, I think that clock, she's got a thing for you,
better go buy her a drink
She likes planes and trains and hittin' the races,
Smidge of engine grease upon her face
She's sweet if you can match her pace
Oh, I bet you could be friends
Yeah, I bet you could be friends
Oh, you want her in your sidecar in any case
'Cuz that clock she always wins
Yeah that clock she always wins