jchrisobrien | I need time. TIME!!!

TIME WON'T GIVE ME TIME.
AND TIME MAKES LOVER'S FEEL LIKE THEY'VE GOT SOMETHING REAL.
YOU AND ME WE KNOW WE GOT NOTHING BUT TIME.

Everything around me suddenly became unreal...

Time, Project Pitchfork

They say you're nothing but a party girl
Just like a million more all over the world
I know I shouldn't be raising my hopes so high
But I have seen the hungry look in their eyes
They'd settle for anything in disguise of love
Seen the party girls look me over
Seen them leaving when the party's over

They can't touch me now
You say you don't mind
We're so hard to find
I would give you anything but time

-- Elvis Costello, Party Girl

http://members.aol.com/kc040165/web/lyrics16.html

Oh, look! It's on audiogalaxy.

It's time to know
It's time to live
It's time to know
It's time to live
Shout don't shout
Shout don't sholt
Lift up your hearts
Lift up your hearts

Murderous, Nitzer Ebb

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

-- Bowie, Time
http://www.teenagewildlife.com/Albums/AS/T.html

Wake up, got another day to get through now
Got another man to see
Got to call him on the telephone
Got to find a piece of paper

Sit down, got another letter to write
Think I'll got to get the letter just right
There's a ringing on the telephone
Oh no, got to write a little later
No such day as tomorrow, only one two three go!

Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head
Tickin' in my head, tickin' in my head, tickin' in my head

-- Joe Jackson, Got the Time

Oh look! The live version's on audiogalaxy, and so is the Anthrax cover!

The time I think most clearly
The time I drift away
Is on the busride that meanders
Through these valleys of green and grey.
I get to think about what might have been
And what may yet come true
And I get to pass the rainy miles
Thinking of you.

Green and Grey, New Model Army

Yeah, time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, awww, yes it is
You're searching for good times, but just wait and see
You'll come running back...
You'll come running back...
You'll come running back to me

Go ahead, baby, go ahead. Go ahead and light up the town
And baby, do anything your heart desires
Remember, I'll always be around
And I know like I told you so many times before
You're gonna come back
Yeah, you're gonna come back, baby
Knockin', yeah, knockin' right on my door, yeah!

Cause time, time, time, is on my side, yes it is.

-- Norman Meade, Time is on my side
(covered by Irma Thomas and The Rolling Stones)

From The Sound and the Fury:

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

And my parody:

I heard him fumble at a pocket, heard the ticking. I forced myself to look at him. He dangled the pocket watch by its chain and grimaced at it, as if examining some cricket he had discovered in his shower.

"It was my fatherFrom The Sound and the Fury:
When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
And my parody:
I heard him fumble at a pocket, heard the ticking. I forced myself to look at him. He dangled the pocket watch by its chain and grimaced at it, as if examining some cricket he had discovered in his shower.

"It was my fathers watch, he said. His father gave it to him. Its the fashion now to see time as a metaphor for motion, a common delusion for convenience and synchronicity, a place-marker. Before me, though, they saw it more fatalistically, Celia. He dropped it in the suitcase. They saw that you could really be frozen in time, a slave of your times ... What is a clock-watcher, Celia?

I knew better than try to answer my father, the lawyer, the rhetorician.

Its someone who feels they should be somewhere else, doing something else with their time. Its a mediocre person, Celia, who cant give their full attention to the here and now. Its a thwarted person, who feels trapped in it.

He dropped the watch on my bed. He gave a watch to Joshua, too, when Joshua left for boot camp.

"Should have gotten you a dog, Celia, back after your mother died. You were always so good with animals. When you weren't shooting them."
Hee. This is fun.

-- PR

All that is human must retrograde if it does not advance.
-- Gibbon, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

And from The Glass Menagerie, by Tennesse Williams:

I didn't go to the moon, I went much further - for time is the longest distance between two places - Not long after that I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoebox. I left Saint Louis, I descended the steps of this fire-escape for a last time and followed, from then on, in my father's footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space - I travelled around a great deal. The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly coloured but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass - Perhaps I am walking along a street at night, in some strange city, before I have found companions, I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of coloured glass, tiny trans- parent bottles in delicate colours, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then all at once my sister touches my shoulder. I turn around and look into her eyes ... Oh, Laura, Laura, I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be! I reach for a cigarette, I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger - anything that can blow your candles out!

ARE YOU TARGETING THAT TO ANYONE IN PARTICULAR?

Inasmuch as anonymous posters who type all in caps are no one in particular, maybe not.

I wasn't yelling it is just a habit. I type in caps for most of my writing. Sorry if you or anyone else found this insulting.

i think that post meant we all know who ANONYMOUS is!!!

DOH!

no more sleep, you get like an extra 7hrs/day!

And plenty of hallucinations.
And insanity.

But what I could accomplish in that time...

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion--
Is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after--

Sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows--you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time--
...

Time After Time, Cyndi Lauper

This is the time of our great undoing
This the time that I'll come a running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
Once again

Straight to you, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

I need time. TIME!!!

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