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A Conspiracy of Clocks

by of Arrowe Hill

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1.
Wake up, you it’s time to do the things we never seem to choose. Take my hand. The world commands our whole attention span. Wake up, you there’s stuff to do and paths to walk before we see the moon. Take your time. I feel alright. The night bus types never seem to mind these owls of mine.
2.
I met a Mayfair lady down on Assignation Way. Between the throes, her powdered nose when she began to say. “There’s nothing I like better than a letter from a friend. The kind of lies that tell me why our friendship had to end”. “Well, It really hit the spot and you can tell it means a lot that he’d find the time to fire the bride when things got way too hot”. Cos it ain’t working and I don’t mind. Then I found myself beside myself in Jimmy’s Bar & Grill. The cannibal played ‘Somethin’ Else’ with grace and better still the waitress there was pale and fair her eyes a greedy stare. She took me home and telephoned her favourite underwear. Well, I couldn’t think, too much to drink another kitchen sink. But I stayed a while, we all know why ‘til morning tipped the wink. But it ain’t working No it ain’t working and I don’t mind. The streets were cold, the night was old. The moon & stars had drowned. My overcoat was full of stones a dead man’s hand-me-down. I saw a witch upon a bridge she said “You look like Hell”. I told her “Thanks, I needed that. I love you too as well”. She came on strong until the cops turned up and told her “No, we can’t vouch for him or where he’s been. His missus wants him home”. Though it ain’t working. No it ain’t working and I don’t mind. ...and that, darling, is what really happened.
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Tell me, you’ve been hiding biding time in forgotten aisles. Time was you were riding high and dry in the milky night. Now every morning there’s nothing going on and something’s wrong. Lately, you’re not smiling flying kites or behaving right. Once upon a time you were shining bright come the eventide. Around the corner there’s something going on. Come on, you can make it through it’s all before you. Any which way you choose. And every morning there’s something going on. Come on, you can make it through it’s all behind you. Any which way you choose to lose those blues. In a world of strangeness it’s hard to read the signs. So if forever changes we’ll take a different line cos ‘round the corner it’s always going on.
4.
I saw her today and the room kept watching the way she was walking away. Her mind’s made up but I came unstuck when I heard her call my name. Under the covers I shouldn’t wonder it’s wonderful... Keep your mind on the job and you won’t go wrong, son. It’s tough at the top but it’s worse at the bottom. She’s leaving? No she’s gone. Under the covers I shouldn’t wonder it’s wonderful... Keep your mind on the job it’s so easy to stumble. It’s tough at the top but it’s worse at the bottom. I’ve cottoned onto the facts and it’s rotten. She’s leaving? No, she’s gone.
5.
They never gave you what you want. They never made you what you are. So long to longing on and on ‘til something comes along. The unexpected turns up on your doorstep. If what you got don’t turn you on. Well hell, guess what? You’re not the only one. If what you want ain’t what you got. Well hell, guess what? You’ve got to change your lot.
6.
From Blackfriars Bridge to all points north and south. The weekend has arrived in every public house. Another week has passed by on the quiet and God knows where it goes. The time just flies. Another glass of wine while Friday night applies. A breathing space for wasted private lives. The boys rock up like they own the place. And who’s to say they don’t? They just got paid. The band strikes up and the girls look great. Cos everybody knows they won’t be home ‘til late. Another week has pass by on the quiet. And God knows where it goes the time just flies. Another glass of wine while Friday night applies a breathing space for wasted private lives.
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Yeah, I felt aggrieved. Behind the scenes it was murder. When the ones you hold land the fatal blows that hurt. Do me wrong. Do me right. If it gets like this that’s why. Tell me when. Say again. I ain’t got all night. Never mind the secrets. I can quite believe it. Oh, so it goes. You can’t really blame her. I was hardly ever there. Oh, don’t you know? I can understand how it gets so out of hand. What the hell it means we both know all too well. Say again. Tell me when I can stay all night. You could hardly blame her. We were never even there. Oh, so it goes. Everyone’s a secret. I can well believe it. Oh, don’t you know? I was ill prepared. That quiet word was a bombshell. What you least expect is what comes next. Oh well.
9.
Interrupted deconstruction ahead. Future phantom gets distracted again. No one comes close now they leave him alone. They’re not listening. They’re still missing the point. All I’m hearing is the fear in his voice that the hours he spent are lost weekends, at best. There’s a future for truth but those black dog secrets keep on seeking revenge. Let me show you. It was nothing. Just a bad day, I guess. Yet there’s something more than words of regret when no one gets closer. They leave him alone
10.
It feels like nothing too often, it seems. This always happens the passion recedes when Wonderland is in full retreat. The clocks keep stopping too often, it seems. This always happens and doubtless reveals we’re out of time and the last to leave. So keep it together whatever that means. We’re holding hands on a London street. It’s getting better whatever that means.
11.
Take me back there show me the streets I called my own. Bring out the dead for Sunday best. Rawhead & bloody bones. Where shattered homes await your presence, when it’s late. Make no mistake, we’ve noticed too. It’s over for you. See how you shine the playground cries. See how you’ve grown. Bullies & saints disintegrate the crows have all but flown. Forget the farmer’s son who’s hiding with his gun. Break out the truth, no bucklebruise. It’s over for you. We must leave so take all you need and don’t think twice. Pockets filled with eternity regardless of the price. Recognise your grace. A different kind of face. Look out, the day is coming soon. It’s over for you.
12.
An accidental life composed of ghosts and light. This haunted house of dreams that’s rarely what it seems. A human sacrifice to nothing worse than time. There’s so much left unsaid. I shouldn’t hold your breath. While you sleep we rule the world.
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released December 5, 2014

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