jchrisobrien ([personal profile] jchrisobrien) wrote2001-12-13 05:35 pm

I need time. TIME!!!

I don't have enough time to do all of the things I want.
I don't have enough time to hang out with everyone I want to.
I want to share the love, y'all, and there's a lot of lovin' to share.
So if you really want to get me something nice for Christmas, get me TIME!

I've got an extra large stocking...

(Anonymous) 2001-12-13 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] rojagato.livejournal.com 2001-12-13 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] rojagato.livejournal.com 2001-12-13 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
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!

[identity profile] rojagato.livejournal.com 2001-12-13 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
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 father’s watch,” he said. “His father gave it to him. It’s 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.

“It’s someone who feels they should be somewhere else, doing something else with their time. It’s a mediocre person, Celia, who can’t give their full attention to the here and now. It’s 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


(Anonymous) 2001-12-13 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
ARE YOU TARGETING THAT TO ANYONE IN PARTICULAR?

How BIG is your stocking?

[identity profile] nyyvonne.livejournal.com 2001-12-14 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
no more sleep, you get like an extra 7hrs/day!

more lyrics!

[identity profile] couplingchaos.livejournal.com 2001-12-14 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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