Both time-related (metaphysical) songs from pretty much the same period (’72-’73). Thinking about time also brought to mind one of my favorite (or at least at least in the top three) philosophical papers — later picked up by Dummett.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
Time – He’s waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, Boy
Time – He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, Boy
Time – In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in the brain
Incestuous and vain
And many other last names
Well, I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think
“Oh God! I’m still alive.”
We should be on by now
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
You – Are not a victim
You – Just scream with boredom!
You! – Are not evicting time…
Chimes – Goddamn, you’re looking old
You’ll freeze and catch a cold
Cause you’ve left your coat behind
Take your time
Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams
I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind
But love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed
Your park was real and dreamless
Perhaps you’re smiling now
Smiling through this darkness
But all I had to give was guilt for dreaming