<<< Chronomes >>
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he wakes up every morning at 6:45
combs his hair, washes his face
leaves at 7:30 to get there by 9:00
grabs coffee to go on his way
in a shining metal tower
16th floor
his desk, his chair, telephone wait
he checks his voicemail quickly
then sets his sights to 10:15 cigarette break |
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minute by minute by minute by minute by minute
day by day
the clockwork man, he presses on
'till 5 o'clock on Friday
oh and how his tired spirit cries out for some peace
from higher resolutions at ever greater speeds
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she drops it into 5th gear, and moves outside
accelerates to 128
she weaves through slower traffic, her knuckles are white
it's 8 o'clock and she's running late
she's got a conference and 3 meetings
calls on the line
she's had no time to put on her face
she dreams of mid-December, of vacation time
14 days when she can get sane |
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minute by minute by minute by minute by minute
day by day
the clockwork woman groans and strains
to keep it in the fast lane
oh and how her weary soul yearns for some relief
from higher resolutions at ever greater speeds
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caught inside
ghosts in the machine
primates living in disguise
alloyed ants and bees
hearts pumping out the tightly measured plans
on and on
slaves to time's demands
Chronomes
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in ever constant humming
all day and all night
the city breathes and circulates
the streams of glass and metal
that run inline to traffic lights
and rush hour's phase
in ever larger numbers
at the speed of light
the liquid crystal grows and creates
the new constitution
the new paradigm
you live to save what's ticking away |
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caught inside
ghosts in the machine
primates living in disguise
alloyed ants and bees
hearts pumping out the tightly measured plans
on and on
slaves to time's demands
Chronomes
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