Stop The Clocks (Sights Suite)

Stop The Clocks has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Stop The Clocks by Richard Charles Stevens (Sights Suite)

Listen to Sights by Hurricane Turtle

let it ride
let it slide
and besides
the air here at tip top is some way cleaner
.
stop the clocks
hold your breath
drop the airs and the graces
take every book you ever read
and tear out empty pages
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew
.
stop the clocks
hold your breath
drop the airs and the graces
take every book you ever read
and tear out empty pages
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew
.
reconnect the child inside of you
resumed from way back in the day
for memories may serve
yet have a disconcerting tendency to fade
.
we seldom see dependency unless we think sequentially
and venture back to childhoods in our wake
take a trip down mazy lanes to reacquaint faint reveries
present them slack to cut back on the chains
.
remembrance for some equates to pain we feel best placed lest we forget
for others there exists a hiding place where we delight in retrospect
regardless of the reminiscence kept
and ammunition left
conditions met request a recognition test imperative
we take each trip down every mazy lane to graze at greater gain
relating understanding where it’s relative
.
ownership is everything
when only in our minds
for our true selves lack showmanship
when peeking through the blinds
holding close our poker chips
our faces wear the lies
we tell ourselves when certain harms are wired
.
too-da-loo taboo
and so long stigma
sayonara prohibition
greetings to enigma
bid adieu restriction
recommission anathema
bye-bye boycott
stopped at rot
where ad-hoc’s hot to trot
forgot it ever lost the lot to misdemeanour
.
stop the clocks
stop the clocks
stop the clocks
.
let it ride
let it slide
and besides
the air here at tip top is some way cleaner
the air here at tip top is some way cleaner
.
stop the clocks
hold your breath
drop the airs and the graces
take every book you ever read
and tear out empty pages
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew
.
should we aspire to overcome
then we must travel through
get blind drunk then sober up
and realign each view
life soon sees us overrun
with oh so much ado
yet nothing quite as paramount
as taking care of you
without such fundamental self pursuit
we make a thousand points with precious few we feel adroit to prove
the true blue hearts we tend to guard from menu cards aloof
while weathered engines fail to start anew
.
the flowers in our bones can only bloom with light and air
there seems no sense in feeling when ill-tempered to declare
for every dying ember
there’s a long doused flame to be reclaimed
a joy translating every pain
a smile remaining tucked away
eventually to ebb away
potentially be led astray
a memory can soon become erased
lest we remember
and make a date with love not hate
retouching fate to destiny anew
retouching fate to destiny anew
.
stop the clocks
hold your breath
drop the airs and the graces
take every book you ever read
and tear out empty pages
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew
.
stop the clocks
hold your breath
tap each vein
and renovate it
take every fraying wire inside your head
and then replace it
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with love not hate
retouching fate to destiny anew
.
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
retouching fate
to destiny anew
.
let it ride
let it slide
and besides
the air here at tip top is some way cleaner
.
let it ride
let it slide
and besides
the air here at tip top is some way cleaner
.