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Crowe · 01-11-2006, 03:13 AM

You know the feeling. Sometimes you need more time and you just don't have it. And sometimes you want something to last forever... and it just doesn't happen. The saying, "Time is on your side." doesn't apply always... and it's always when you need that saying to be true... this inspired me to write TIME, just a sprawling song without a lyrical chorus, but one that exists in the music.

Time
Ryan Crowe 1.11.06

Time, you've marked me in the sway that works me sideways,
Front is front and back is back, I toast you time, and that is that,
I've been stained with your vomit, mover of clockhands.
I have all of you to clean it up, work me over again... time.
With a step to the left, its that sway that works me sideways.

Yet for all of your complications,
There is something to be said about your honesty....
These lines in my face and dust in my joints are brute honesty....
Sometimes, I loved you time, and when I did, it was divine
and right when I fell in love with you,
You screwed me over, for what felt like forever, and I never ceased to be amazed
by you, time.

Even though I hate you mostly for what you did to my mother,
I guess I can never stay away from you, time.
She is old now, can't even bother to lift a finger, to feed herself,
I can't say I'm happy with you now, time.
Funny how when I need you, I'm always running out of you...
But you'll be around forever, and that's where you get me, because you always win out over anyone,
time.
And the ticking sound will forever sound in the ears of us who can't control you, time.

What sickens me most is that it all comes down to you...
Stoking your ego like a forest fire in summer,
Everyone always asks for more of you...
Like some masturbatory clause, our genetic need for you,
I want to vomit til my eyes turn red.
Where do you turn when you need more of you?
Do you just supply it like carbon monoxide,
fuming til your eyes dry,
You must be so lonely, you'll develop a complex, and it'll never go away,
because you've got time!
But in yourself, you're perfect and patient.

You just make me so sick.
No one else realizes it's you, that kills, that makes us wait, that turns us old.
TIME.
You are a fuckng tease,
TIME.
I hate you, but I need you,
TIME.
You're just not worth my...
You're taking up all of my...
You're just wasting my...
You're just a waste of...
You.

01-11-2006, 03:13 AM	#26 (permalink)
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 699	"Time" You know the feeling. Sometimes you need more time and you just don't have it. And sometimes you want something to last forever... and it just doesn't happen. The saying, "Time is on your side." doesn't apply always... and it's always when you need that saying to be true... this inspired me to write TIME, just a sprawling song without a lyrical chorus, but one that exists in the music. Time Ryan Crowe 1.11.06 Time, you've marked me in the sway that works me sideways, Front is front and back is back, I toast you time, and that is that, I've been stained with your vomit, mover of clockhands. I have all of you to clean it up, work me over again... time. With a step to the left, its that sway that works me sideways. Yet for all of your complications, There is something to be said about your honesty.... These lines in my face and dust in my joints are brute honesty.... Sometimes, I loved you time, and when I did, it was divine and right when I fell in love with you, You screwed me over, for what felt like forever, and I never ceased to be amazed by you, time. Even though I hate you mostly for what you did to my mother, I guess I can never stay away from you, time. She is old now, can't even bother to lift a finger, to feed herself, I can't say I'm happy with you now, time. Funny how when I need you, I'm always running out of you... But you'll be around forever, and that's where you get me, because you always win out over anyone, time. And the ticking sound will forever sound in the ears of us who can't control you, time. What sickens me most is that it all comes down to you... Stoking your ego like a forest fire in summer, Everyone always asks for more of you... Like some masturbatory clause, our genetic need for you, I want to vomit til my eyes turn red. Where do you turn when you need more of you? Do you just supply it like carbon monoxide, fuming til your eyes dry, You must be so lonely, you'll develop a complex, and it'll never go away, because you've got time! But in yourself, you're perfect and patient. You just make me so sick. No one else realizes it's you, that kills, that makes us wait, that turns us old. TIME. You are a fuckng tease, TIME. I hate you, but I need you, TIME. You're just not worth my... You're taking up all of my... You're just wasting my... You're just a waste of... You.