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Quartz
I can imagine nothing more tedious
Than trying to have fun with you again
Maybe its just something in my mind
But I hate feeling like Im trying all the time
Its a kind of lie
When we pretend that were still friends
Im sure youre not exactly short of people to
Hang out and laugh at your jokes
Tell you you look great
You wouldnt want me around
Making it all feel forced
..and put down
And every time I smile to wonder if Im laughin at you
And with every little grin you dont want to be wonderin
Just exactly what it is Im taking pleasure in
Although I always said
We were basically the same and all one
All one
Its so easy to persuade myself
Im clockwork and youre quartz
I guess that irony
Will surely be
The death of me
And every time I smile dyou wonder if Im laughin at you?
And with every little grin you dont want to be wonderin..
Although I always said
We were basically the same and all one
All one
Its so easy to persuade myself
Im clockwork and youre quartz
Youre only happy when youre oiled and jewelled
Youre only happy when you wind me up and I know
Youre so reliable it isnt true
And its so easy for me to break down
If I could jump a ride between the skin and silicon then
We could join hands and understand. hallelujah!
But I listen
To the ticking
I guess were worlds apart ...
Its so hard
So hard
I know theres no going back
And you know theres no going back
Youre only happy when youre oiled and jewelled
Youre only happy when youre oiled and jewelled
Youre never happy
I need maintenance
I need patience
Im not foolproof
Im not waterproof
Im not shockproof
Bombproof
Bulletproof
Fireproof
Leakproof
Childproof
Stainproof
Pressureproof
I know I told myself
Were all basically the same and all one all one
Yknow sometimes I just cant help myself
Im clockwork and youre quartz
Im clockwork and youre quartz
I know I never get the balance right
And turn up half an hour late night after night
And being totally dependable is so very commendable
Although youre never wrong
One of these days.. youre just gonna stop.
song performed by by Marillion
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If a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.
Anthony Burgess in A Clockwork Orange
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Sometimes movie-making happens like clockwork; other times, like a car accident.
quote by Eric Roberts
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George Lucas was casting about and had heard favourable things about my work in Clockwork Orange and asked me to come in, which of course I did even though no one knew what the film was about!
quote by David Prowse
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Put a Penny in the Slot
If my action's stiff and crude,
Do not laugh, because it's rude.
If my gestures promise larks,
Do not make unkind remarks.
Clockwork figures may be found
Everywhere and all around.
Ten to one, if I but knew,
You are clockwork figures too.
And the motto of the lot,
"Put a penny in the slot!"
Usurer, for money lent,
Making out his cent per cent -
Widow plump or maiden rare,
Deaf and dumb to suitor's prayer -
Tax collectors, whom in vain
You implore to "call again" -
Cautious voter, whom you find
Slow in making up his mind -
If you'd move them on the spot,
Put a penny in the slot!
Bland reporters in the courts,
Who suppress police reports -
Sheriff's yeoman, pen in fist,
Making out a jury list -
Stern policemen, tall and spare,
Acting all "upon the square" -
(Which in words that plainer fall,
Means that you can square them all) -
If you want to move the lot,
Put a penny in the slot!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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I'd worked in Clockwork Orange with Stanley Kubrick and since Stanley was such a prestigious director this opened all sorts of doors for me - one of them being Star Wars.
quote by David Prowse
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The sum of life
Sometimes I wonder
how life is,
like a sum
with no true answers
and have no result
until its end.
Life stretches
into the distance,
with a end and a beginning
or that is what humans believe;
while nothing can
determine the before and the thereafter
and everything is determined by faith.
What lies on the other side
of life
and what you are
before and after it,
goes from neglibility
to infinity
and I wonder
how that mathematics
still makes sense;
while the clockwork keeps striking
and time goes on
with its own passage
and life
stands still for no one.
Who knows how the Almighty
determined the life energy
and determines who and what we are
and make much greater sums,
than we can determine
with derivatives, differentiation, limits
and pure mathematics;
or do we want to believe
that destiny
holds the clockwork for everyone
and everything responds to the things
around it
and reacts on its own
and life evolutionary ticks at its own rhythm
and nature
and every thing about us
runs down into the nothingness
into which every thing slowly disappears?
[Reference: “To whom then will you compare me, or who is my equal? Says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high and see: Who created these? He who brings out their host and numbers them, calling them all by name; because he is great in strength, mighty in power, not one is missing. Why do you say, O Jacob, “My way is hidden from the Lord and my right is disregarded by my God? ” Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable.” Isaiah 40: 25-26.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Clockwork Creep
Im a clockwork creep
And I cant get to sleep
They wind me up and let me go
And I cant unwind
Going out of my mind
My time is coming soon you know
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Im a jumbo jet
With a brand new set
Of passengers and bags and crew
Ill spread my wings -
Do a thousand things
To prove how good I am to you
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Meanwhile in the cargo of escargot
The temperature is rising
Advertising that our time is running
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh with just one minute to live
Oh, no youll never get me up in one of these again
'cos what goes up must come
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh, the gravity of the situation
Its only my willpower
That keeps this thing in operation
But were gonna crash thats for certain
The pilot is too busy flirtin
And he aint aware
That theres a bomb down there
And if he dont do something its curtains
Now just hold on,
Said the little bomb,
If you were just to hold my hands
Then time would stop
The plot would flop
And jumbo would be safe to land
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
My landings are the envy
Of sabena and pan am
From chattanooga to japan
I taxi through the airways -
What a swell little plane
What a fine little plane
What a great little plane
I am
Hang on one sec
Im a clockwork wreck
And though my fuse is burning slow
Must keep my date to detonate
Goodbye, ta ta, and cheerio
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a.........
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Future Scenario
Just to make sure we all think the same things,
As grateful for Freedom as puppets on strings,
The State will ensure that each clockwork brain
Is simple and stupid and helplessly sane.
This is the future where we all belong
And nobody thinks that there's anything wrong.
(Should anyone differ they'll suffer such pain
That they'll never try having OPINIONS again!)
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A Busy Week, Wish Me Luck...
I wish you luck and hope
you shall honour me
by wishing me the same
for I grow quite weary
and shall work write
achieve nought tonight
busy weeks must come
thankfully must finished go
tight schedules dictate it so
clockwork pieces time perform
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Like A Pretty Rose That Faded Young (Novelinee)
Like a pretty rose that faded quite young
your sweet love for me had suddenly died
where with some withering leaves it did hung
and day after day and nights, I did cry
and now suddenly some twenty years on
while in loveliness you defiantly act
as if our youth is not already gone,
you want to turn the clockwork of time back,
still I am lonely the night is black.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Maybe this is not really goodbye
The stars still shine
in the darkness above
and although I do not
anymore know your love
somewhere the sun
is again rising.
Even seeing the sickle moon
stalking the sky
and at this present moment
I cry for your lost,
love doesn’t really
charge a cost
and as time goes by
I might love again.
The truth always
rises again
like drops into the sky
and with the clockwork
again appear like rain
and although we have parted
maybe this is not really goodbye.
poem by Gert Strydom
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We Are Separate And Yet I Love You
We are separate and yet I love you,
in my mind I see your face
at the breaking of day
as if you are constantly with me.
I love you in the flowering of spring,
even in the stripped deadness of winter
you still have my heart rushing
and maybe I am longing for you in vain,
maybe the thoughts of you bring only pain,
but still I love you at twilight
even when the darkness sets in
the stars look through your eyes.
Even in time’s clockwork stream
you come to every dream
and my love for you
is never through.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Airspace
An obstacle results from a living of going berserk,
This is clockwork, occupation, business of brickwork.
The barriers we cross are like that for the opening,
Offering are loans and pluck, the distance of beckoning.
This journey begun, why do we bargain?
Exploration for some entails a jargon.
This jar and cup we traverse is a journey,
Drinking required an attorney.
But food and drink is beautiful as the face,
When do you like smiling with your birthplace?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Strip-tease
Soft toys that make to seem girls
In cool whitewash with two coral
Valves of lip printing each others' grease ...
A clockwork Cupid's bow. Increase!
Their cherry-ripe hullo brims the open purse
Of eyes washed white by the marmoreal light;
So swaying as if on pyres they go
About the buried business of the night,
Cold witches of the elementary tease
Balanced on the horn of a supposed desire...
Trees shed their leaves like some of these.
poem by Lawrence Durrell
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Autumnal equinox
It's clear that change is on its way,
For it's seen that light has less sway,
So darkness can't be kept at bay,
And stopped from eroding the day,
Darkness fights so to reign the sky,
Poised against light it draws a tie,
Which simply does not satisfy,
But balance shifts as time goes by,
The change can be felt in the air,
A change that will soon make trees bare,
A change through which it's hard to fare,
As its effects show everywhere,
The day becomes perfectly split,
Half is dark and the other lit,
The clockwork of nature bids it,
It's what mother nature sees fit.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Impure Mathematics
Let others consider pure mathematics,
I see a world
where reality leaves its mark
and the clockwork
gets shorter all the time
while time runs out.
Where no flowers remain
for the light brown bee
and everything pine away into a desert
and the greenhouse effect
covers the whole wide world,
the ozone layer burning away
and the sky full of grey clouds
shedding thunder and rain down
and waves
braking further over the horizon
in to the land
smashing in torrents
and man is dumbstruck
almost frozen
about the effect
of his own handiwork.
[Reference: Suiwer Wiskunde by N.P. Van wyk Louw.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Gift Of Restorative Rest
When is predetermined time reached to rest?
Does mind or body know clockwork answer best?
Is a set bedtime always the best way to rest?
A lack of rest plays havoc on both mind and body.
Yet need requires extra night hours worked in emergency.
An art of make up sleep becomes a sweat necessity.
Sleep a strange bed fellow; we all must dues court.
To stay awake for extended periods; is scale battle fought.
To burn candle at both ends frequently; is not wisdom sought.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ode to London
London where parliament convenes,
Home of the pearly kings and queens,
Crowds of people on shopping sprees,
Remember to mind the gap please,
Cockneys bound by ringing Bow bells,
The streets where the Spring Heeled Jack dwells,
Set to the clockwork of Big Ben,
Soon the royal guards change again,
Great treasures such as the crown jewels,
Westminster abbey and st. Paul's,
Road traffic crammed with red buses,
Every other local cusses,
Around the snaking River Thames,
History of the big smoke stems,
Grim streets that have charm regardless,
To the plush Buckingham Palace.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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At Madame Tussaud's
I STOOD in that strange show, the other day,
On Baker Street, where all the famous men,
Fair dames, and murderers come to life again,
With clockwork breast and face of mimic clay,
To scare the young. Thrice in the long display,
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Blundering, I thought wax flesh, then, with surprise
At being deceived, I turned with cautious eyes
And took for wax all those that thronged my way.
So in this age, methinks, when in the light
Of fuller knowledge, forms that men have reared
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And worshipped turn to dust, too hasty youths,
Shunning the whirlpool jaws of credulous sight,
Rush towards a Scylla far more to be feared,
And take for shadows all too living truths.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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