I broke my clock this morning as it fell
From the wall after I had wound it on
An hour to summertime, and so I felt
A bit flat in my flat, but I moved on
From this blow, even writing a new song
About it, called 'Tick Tock'... I looked at old
Songs of mine, some written when I was young
And planned to relearn them, once more unfold
These preserved petals, stored in dark and cold
Places, even for decades, preserved well
Maybe only on cassette, now rewon
Like lost treasure of stolen Indian gold
Found in some sunken ship. I played quite well
For an hour to my old favourite band's songs
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