This Is The Clock Upon The Wall
The Clock Up On The Wall In My Childhood Home
Pictures Of You
By The Last Goodnight
This is the clock upon the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound of a newborn child,
Before he starts to crawl
This is the war that’s never won
This is a soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone,
Praying for her son
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab,
Just waiting for the call
This earthquake weather has got me shaking inside
I'm high up and dry
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Confess to me, every secret moment
Every stolen promise you believed
Confess to me, all that lies between us
All that lies between you and me
We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win no matter
How hard we might swing
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound of a newborn child,
Before he starts to crawl
This is the war that’s never won
This is a soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone,
Praying for her son
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab,
Just waiting for the call
This earthquake weather has got me shaking inside
I'm high up and dry
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Confess to me, every secret moment
Every stolen promise you believed
Confess to me, all that lies between us
All that lies between you and me
We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win no matter
How hard we might swing
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been
Thanks to Brad for alerting me to this song/link
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 10:00 AM
8 Comments:
I know that wallpaper. My in-laws used to have it, or something very similar. It was a popular style at one time.
This comment hits a chord. I remember when that "new" wallpaper was put up. A friend of mine who visited commented that the house captured a feel of a period, of a time. She pointed out a certain kind of blue artwork from Israel that was all over the walls. I had never much noticed them or that those plates with Shalom and the like written in their centers are no longer big Israel souvenirs. (She told me the name of that blue color art, but I forgot. I wrote it down in my shiva diary, which got accidentally discarded with some of mom's papers). She also pointed out the tea cup collection, the chassidic dolls, the camels - so many precious memory capsules. The artifacts are in good shape - paintings, nicknacks, furniture. Beautiful. Looking through the family album during shiva I saw pictures from an aliyah/farewell party for close famiily from forty plus years ago. There's a painting of flowers in the pic and the teacups, there as they should be. Yes, the wallpaper is from a time and place and I like that it captures that moment. It was an important part of the process of shiva for me to be surrounded by the only house my parents and I have ever known. Another dear friend commented that the house had her imagining what it was like to invest in a house at the time my dad did so. Not everyone made the effort to make the move from apartment to house for their family. My friend grew up up in an apartment. She felt something beautiful in seeing the house and home, recognizing the sacrifices, the values, the prioritizing of family, all that was invested in it which it stands in testimony of today.
I immediately resonated with that wallpaper, as well, and like Kishke, I believe my in-laws had similar wallcovering in their Yonkers apartment kitchen. It's very 60s or early 70s, the coloring especially.
b"H i knew you'd love that song--im extrapolating since you posted it. May those words and others bring you nechama. Brad
The song is great. One of the comments there introduced me to this brilliant thing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHBVnMf2t7w
And here they do it live:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpB_40hYjXU
clever and cynical. to me the songs are still different and even distinct.
i didn't catch this song in there, must have missed it float by on the star wars like word pop ups.
try this -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM&feature=related
The presentation is a bit cynical; it's a comedy group, after all; but I loved the insight and the idea. And of course, a song is much, much more than its chords. A non-musician like me wouldn't even notice the chords if it wasn't pointed out to me.
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