Tick-tock, tick-tock… The rabbit lost his pocket watch. Mama said, “Don’t eat the sky.” But the sky was made of lullaby.
One, two, three — the oven is cold. Four, five, six — my fingers are sold. Seven, eight, nine — the doctor is blind. Ten, eleven, twelve — “You’re doing just fine.” vocaloid kikuo
Here’s a short piece written in the spirit of (a Vocaloid producer known for surreal, haunting, circus-like melodies, childlike vocals juxtaposed with dark lyrics, and glitchy, repetitive, often dissonant instrumentation). Title: The Candy That Ate My Clock Tick-tock, tick-tock… The rabbit lost his pocket watch
(Spoken, whispered, doubled) “Why is the moon bleeding?” “Shh. That’s just jam.” “Where is my shadow?” “It ran… it ran… it ran…” Four, five, six — my fingers are sold
The moon is a spoon And the stars are soft-boiled. I swallowed a tune That my tongue has now spoiled.
La-la-la, lick the knife. Daddy’s home with a brand-new wife. She wears a dress made of Sunday clocks. And the candy just ate my tick-tocks. (Eat them up, eat them up, tick-tocks stop.)