augie march – clockwork lyrics
it’s too hot babe, pull the covers back,
don’t touch me babe, i don’t remember ever liking that,
don’t touch me babe, roll over.
o brother, you don’t know what you’ve got, only time flies…
you’ve gotta do some clockwork.
sometimes you hear the broken bell sound up on the wh-r-‘s hill,
the ladies clamor for the salvo’s sale, bickering like little girls
for second hand womens’ things, for countless prying mans’ hands.
o working girl, you don’t get round enough, it’s like yr daddy says…
you gotta do some clockwork.
(in a berth of the port wharf the song of the penitent sailor…
upon what stage?
a slab in the gut of a j-panese whaler…
a material blue and tailored and time is a tailor…
both brief and slow.)
now i can hear the broken bell,
now i can hear the clockwork,
it has me reaching for the hidden rail,
it has me listening for the song bird,
but i hear it very minor,
but i hear it very minor…
o singer, i don’t believe your song, or your lying lines,
o singer, i don’t believe your song, or your lying lines…
you’ve gotta do some clockwork:
the pneuma, cecilian, the metzler, angelus,
virtuos, apollo, paragon, minerva, stella
clockwork, all clockwork.
o but i didn’t write this song with a machine,
and i don’t know how to stop it from its accidental purpose
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