Stop All The Clocks

(From the Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra epee Thank-You For Not Discussing The Outside World)

Stop all the clocks… I want to get off
This sad, slow prgress to the grave.
Postpone the coffin and I’ll live with the cough,
As this moment I want to save.
Because time takes you away from me.
I’d prefer you stay with me,
Like Gaugin in Arles with Van Gogh.
In this timeless Idyll,
We need only lie still.
Stop all the clocks… I want to get off.

Stop all the clocks… I want to get out
Of this space/time continuum.
We’ll have time on our hands for fooling about.
I will kiss you til it turns you numb.
Age won’t take its toll,
For we’ll have the whole
Of time to dispose of, no doubt.
Progree won’t trouble
Us inside our bubble.
Stop all the clocks… I want to get off

If life need never change, then would
Repetition bore? Never!
Because practice makes perfect, meaning we could
Love forever.

Stop all the clocks… I want to get off
With you, on a rug, by a fire…
Let them jeer at my dream, let the cynics scoff,
For we’re cheered by a heavenly choir.
Here the plimsole line
On this bottle of wine
Won’t decline, despite what we quaff.
And we can replay
This one night every day
Stop all the clocks… I want to get off.