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Bob Dylan
Title: "The Clockwork Conductor"
(Verse 1)
In the shadow of a restless moon,
Where the night-time crooners play,
There’s a silver clockwork conductor
Spinnin' tunes in the alleyway.
With a top hat and a crooked cane,
He leads the dancers through their pain,
In the neon's ghostly veil,
They’re chasing whispers of the holy grail.
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels are turning in the heart of the machine,
Where the echoes of the future meet the ghosts of what’s been,
In the labyrinth of dreams, where the lost souls convene,
There’s a clockwork conductor and the night’s evergreen.
(Verse 2)
On the cobblestones of forgotten streets,
Where the stray cats gently meow,
A preacher’s words, like drifting leaves,
Float through the silence somehow.
With a harmonica's mournful wail,
He sings of a love that’s gone stale,
Of the shadows cast on the mirror’s face,
In a dance of sorrow, they find their place.
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels are turning in the heart of the machine,
Where the echoes of the future meet the ghosts of what’s been,
In the labyrinth of dreams, where the lost souls convene,
There’s a clockwork conductor and the night’s evergreen.
(Bridge)
So if you wander through the twilight
With the moon as your guide,
Just follow the music, let the rhythm decide,
For the nights of your youth are fleeting and shy,
In the clockwork’s embrace, where the shadows lie.
(Verse 3)
In the dawn’s early mist, the music fades,
But the memory lingers near,
Of a conductor’s sly serenade
And the dance of forgotten cheer.
With a wink and a nod, he’ll disappear,
Into the fabric of the morning clear,
But the echoes of his song will stay,
In the hearts of the lost, where they gently sway.
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels are turning in the heart of the machine,
Where the echoes of the future meet the ghosts of what’s been,
In the labyrinth of dreams, where the lost souls convene,
There’s a clockwork conductor and the night’s evergreen.
(Outro)
As the sun climbs high and the shadows wane,
The night’s refrain is softly slain,
But the clockwork conductor’s haunting refrain
Will linger like a whisper in the rain.
Title: "The Clockwork Conductor"
(Verse 1)
In the shadow of a restless moon,
Where the night-time crooners play,
There’s a silver clockwork conductor
Spinnin' tunes in the alleyway.
With a top hat and a crooked cane,
He leads the dancers through their pain,
In the neon's ghostly veil,
They’re chasing whispers of the holy grail.
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels are turning in the heart of the machine,
Where the echoes of the future meet the ghosts of what’s been,
In the labyrinth of dreams, where the lost souls convene,
There’s a clockwork conductor and the night’s evergreen.
(Verse 2)
On the cobblestones of forgotten streets,
Where the stray cats gently meow,
A preacher’s words, like drifting leaves,
Float through the silence somehow.
With a harmonica's mournful wail,
He sings of a love that’s gone stale,
Of the shadows cast on the mirror’s face,
In a dance of sorrow, they find their place.
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels are turning in the heart of the machine,
Where the echoes of the future meet the ghosts of what’s been,
In the labyrinth of dreams, where the lost souls convene,
There’s a clockwork conductor and the night’s evergreen.
(Bridge)
So if you wander through the twilight
With the moon as your guide,
Just follow the music, let the rhythm decide,
For the nights of your youth are fleeting and shy,
In the clockwork’s embrace, where the shadows lie.
(Verse 3)
In the dawn’s early mist, the music fades,
But the memory lingers near,
Of a conductor’s sly serenade
And the dance of forgotten cheer.
With a wink and a nod, he’ll disappear,
Into the fabric of the morning clear,
But the echoes of his song will stay,
In the hearts of the lost, where they gently sway.
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels are turning in the heart of the machine,
Where the echoes of the future meet the ghosts of what’s been,
In the labyrinth of dreams, where the lost souls convene,
There’s a clockwork conductor and the night’s evergreen.
(Outro)
As the sun climbs high and the shadows wane,
The night’s refrain is softly slain,
But the clockwork conductor’s haunting refrain
Will linger like a whisper in the rain.
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