Текст песни Kobo Town - Tick Tock Goes The Clock

Tick-tock goes the clock on the wall
The knock on the door at the end of the hall
The key in the lock and the crash of the crown
Then the creak of the box, cool cool in the ground

Tick tock goes the clock since the shock of the Fall
Since blood covered the rock and then the flood covered all
And again when the waters that raged grew tame
We wept for what was left would never be the same

Tick tock goes the clock since the crime of Cain
In vain we have tried to remove the stain
Tried to scale the heavens, call down the rain
But in the end we were content to pass on the blame

So black smoke rushes out like steam from a spout
Ash covered the ground, gas chokes the shout
And sea and salt cannot untie the cords
That bound the hands that hate threw overboard

So deep beneath a noonday’s moonlike glow
Far beneath the waves, bones nearly stone
Are lodged to reside waiting to be raised
Back up to the light on the last of days

Chorus
Still over the bent world with bright wings
Broods the Spirit that willeth, filleth all things
Moves stars and atoms fills the span between
The world of sense and the vast unseen

Still over the spent world the Spirit sings
Across the wasteland, hear the hosannas ring
Out in the darkness he passes through
To remake all things new

Tick tock goes the clock telling us the time
Oh my, how the hours are passing by
And on they race, they will not slow down the pace
For us, no we must keep up the chase

So let us go now, you and I
Beneath the steel scraped, dome shaped sky
With unhurried feet let us walk these streets
Look close, take note of all you hear and see

Let us start at the plaza where words abound, surround
Confound, a thick cloud of empty sounds
Which falls a flash flood of verbs and nouns
Leaving only pretense because the sense has drowned

Where words abstract are stacked
Where black is white and white is black
Or better yet, all is grey
Like a cadaver where the life has bled away

Let us go to the market where greed ensnares
With stock and shares, rates and fares, weights and tares
Where roads lead on to anywhere
Fortune, boom, bust, dust, doom, despair

Where at the sound of the bell the hollow men yell
To put - hold - buy - sell – sell
No right and wrong, only means and ends
And the only ends are dividends

Now let us go by the light of an angry star
Follow the megaphone’s drone to the edge of a park
Where the revolution howls like a wolf in the dark
Can’t sleep, from the deep, moves swift like a shark

Climbing up the scent to the belly exposed
Then flash, teeth slash and the jaws are closed
Then the victim thrashes in his final throes
And the sea turns red as a rose

Kingdom come
Drawn by the smell of the blood and chum
Kingdom come
Drunk on the drama of a martyrdom

When the bones’ picked clean until they gleam
Others fall to feed the frenzy of the new regime
Because the revolution always eats its own
It can unseat the king, it can’t uproot the throne

Still over the bent world with bright wings
Broods the Spirit that willeth, filleth all things
Moves stars and atoms fills the span between
The world of sense and the vast unseen

Still over the spent world the Spirit sings
Across the wasteland, hear the hosannas ring
Out in the darkness he passes through
To remake all things new

Tick tock goes the clock until the toll of the bell
Breaks the spell, cracks open the world like a shell
Summons the dead to stand where they fell
Between the bliss of heaven and the abyss of hell

This is the junction between joy and compunction
Where the laws of effect and cause start to function
This is the Real, no higher court of appeal
The time to make plain what had lain concealed

All reveal, to late to repeal, to recant, to repent
We had the time and now the time is spent
So ever descending, the all-transcending
The never ending, whose reach is all-extending

Come to mend, come to rend, to blame, to reclaim
Come to cast all down and raise it up again

Bridge
The spirit full of love, from above, is falling
Like a dove, like a flame, like bomb exploding
Gentler than breeze, more clamorous than a storm
What power won’t tremble when the Kingdom comes

Still over the bent world