The Tick Tock Treasury

wind the arms to work the springs
in theory, now it should sing
whistle's blown for bells to ring
the workshop ready to bring
songs to sing

tick tock goes the melody
tick tock goes the melody
tick tock goes the melody
tick tock goes the melody
tick tock goes the melody

la la la la la la la la la la la

secrets not to be explained
by numbers, logic or brains
recipes wrote out and made
to treat us bountifully
join and sing


Misfortune's Apprentice

oh, misfortune, everything I know isn't much, I know for certain
oh, misfortune, everything i've done isn't much for so much worrying
oh, misfortune, in another world I would be a different person
oh, misfortune, given happenstance I would not make your acquaintance

oh, misfortune
oh, misfortune

oh, misfortune, every circumstance leads to all of my misgivings
oh, misfortune, from a backward glance I should be the one forgiving
oh, misfortune, from what i've derived, makes it clear i'm undeserving
oh, misfortune, do explain this much, what will make this life rewarding?


(Play Each Note) By Metronome

i'll take you in here
gather me into you
built from wood and tears
points gleaned from books and news
here there are weights and scales
suffer you to learn in season
you come in dutiful grace
hopeless with your new found treason

metronome
take the time to play each note by metronome
metronome
take the time to play each note by metronome
play each note by metronome
metro-metronome

you come within these
i'll hold the less of you
withdrawn, uncertain
in league with quotes, and bruised
weary from distant ruins
you project the beaker hurdle
queen sized frowns, from the multitudes
disconnect the dots, be subtle


Such As It Was

and what of all of these moments?
years have made us all opponents
works we set out to create
are gone or have deteriorated
from what was young and lighthearted
i've become as one departed
to you I have changed, you say
but every hope i've had's been misplaced

such as it was
we take our dreams as they come
and we sing such as it was
we see our dreams come undone
into memories, into memories

you lowly wear your soft armor
hurled at you by keen archers
bring to pass what you confess
instead of suffering with much less
a hope for growth has been so stunted
much like ones deterred and hunted
from the four corners of your life
comes the shudderings of lost time

in closing all our dim holdings
hurtened by our vast unknowings
soon we'll come to each regret
numbered with our lack of prospects


St. Glockenspiel's Science Faire

undo, then think back
what was learned is not forgotten
logged in ink then passed
pressing ears to curtains closing
ignorance can start with knowing
math books squared in halves
how to measure each equation
theories, proofs and paths
i'm defined in cursive notings
missed is my need for belonging
realize this is not for the last time
realize this is not for the last time
undo, then think back......


The Chronometers Of Switzerland

doo doo
de di de
sh-sh-shh-shhh-shhhhhshuhshs
ts-ts-tsss-tssssss-tssssssssss
tling tling tling
dee dlee dee
sh-sh-shh-shhh-shhhshhshuhshs
ts-ts-tsss-tssssss-tssssssssss
blumdumdeedooda


(I Am) Made From The Wires

tin man is what i'm called
or puritan?
from the confederacy of my system
defined relevance, from the immaculately attired

I am made from the wires, of my synthesizer
made from the wires, made from the wires

ideals from the pondering looks of eels
written prescriptions by the ones who need them
my own feelings, shunned by group desires


J.E. Picturephone (Reflect You, I Connect You)

I connect
we sort through discreet compartments
I connect
buttons pop and click toward your requirements

reflect you, I connect
reflect you, I connect
reflect you, I connect
I connect, I connect

I connect
we view graphs of distinct colors
I connect
interlocked displays of interacting moderns

we stay friends through wire and cable
I connect
pick up the reciever as all else fails


The Confectionery

perched upon the lap of hope and northern slopes
nestled in the wooded oak, a dream unfolds

come and see
the confectionary
very merry
the confectionary

the continued hum of notes and needle pokes
garland with a hint of snow 'round the windows

you stir all the sweetened pots and watch the clocks
the time has come to close the shop that time forgot....


(Design) The Blueprints For Joy

draw, print a plane, a singular mark of ideals
numbers to be explained by a course history
hindrance to give a thought, lest perceived relative
studies result in revolt, but who holds...

the blueprints for joy
blueprints for joy

sums to be swayed by rule pending percentages
complete the model scientists' appropriate age
what are the methods used to begin measurements?
somehow i've lost a foothold, but who draws...

yardsticks to yield the basis for thoughtless ideals
outline the words in red ink, or parentheses
having a lot depends upon humility
the buttons of valor blink while in past tense


C Minor Miners

failed at wit and construct
happenings unbeknown to us
not soon here nor after
remnants wired to none of us
worse to be uncertain
caught in claustrophobia
learned all the unlearned fears
timid toward the other ones

it's unbeknown, whether we will find a hope for...
it's unbeknown, whether we will find a hope for us

a past to keep confusion present
long on speech and taunts
crippled by the meaning
paralyzed by modern thought