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Clockwork man
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The one that Bayan kept saying sounded like Tool...
rock love metal heavy goth sex death black girls white sabbath dolls fay wray clockwork gears
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Melodic stoner-doom-goth-prog-metal. Oh, and some punk too...
Fay Wray started out way back in about 2000 as a pop-punk band named FOA. Over the years it evolved into Fay Wray and settled on a heavily Sabbath-influenced sound in about 2002. On a journey that has spanned 5 years, 2 EPs, and now an album, it has evolved further into a melodic-stoner-doom-prog-metal monster with a black and white retro aesthetic and songs about clockwork robots and alien children.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Progressive Rock
Charts
#2,210 in subgenre Peak #46
Charts
Peak #697
Author
Words and music by Shen
Rights
Shen 2007
Uploaded
December 28, 2008
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MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 5:11
Story behind the song
It's about a clockwork robot created by a mad scientist...
Lyrics
Catalysts and clockwork themes Soldered headlights in a dream Working parts as parts are working Ticking on and clocking off Face and hands and time for tears Running backwards through the years Claws for hands and fingers clawing Craft and construct both as one My glass eyes have seen too much And my ticking heart has never felt enough Bolted hands have no sense of touch But still I carry on Acid bath makes etchings clear Soon clockwork man they all will fear Running scared as fears run wild Those who called me mad shall pay Kitty, Kitty, burning bright Your bones are in the fire tonight Organic matter matters not Clockwork man is here to rock My glass eyes have seen too much And my ticking heart has never felt enough Bolted hands have no sense of touch But still I carry on My joints seize up and gears won't turn The fire behind my eyes won't burn This death machine, his mechanics dead Where it stands, it stays Doctor, doctor, heal my trauma No click, no clack, I'm out of order Moving parts are parts unmoving Hidden cracks will kill us all
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