Clock Hands Strangle - Live @ The Hideout

Melbourne, FL's Clock Hands Strangle performing songs off their forthcoming album, Distaccati, at the Hideout in Chicago, IL on Feb. 19, 2009. This is a three song sample of the show.

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Distaccati (0:00)

I found a telescope, put my eye to the lens,
and there I was, in a dark that doesnt end,
and I was sitting on a star as on a beach,
watching the black current roll like a centipedes feet,
watching the golden silk spiders float on the sea—
Walt Whitman laid his blanket next to me
and said, The more you know the smaller you grow,
You may remain fat and sane
or follow me.
We swam from nowhere to nowhere until finally Whitman stopped,
and, pointing to nowhere, he said, There, that spot,
thats Job in a heap of dark matter.
And Job was shouting, Gods not a green cloth hanky on a silver platter,
or a parking space, or an empty bladder,
and you wont reach him from your step ladder.
Then Whitman lit a match and Jobs face blew like a horn
Darkness, darkness, darkness, curse the day that I was born!
So I blew the flame out and dove head first into a black hole,
and time came crawling after me like a paralytic mole.
I landed, like a screw unscrewed, on the other side,
in the middle of a boxing match, a bare-knuckle fight
between Castor and Pollux, when one accidentally punched me in the mouth.
I fell flat and my consciousness went out.
Next thing Im on a spiral staircase going round and round—
without knowing if Im going up or down—
until I reach the bottom or the top, and there appears
the Unmoved Mover, laughing to tears,
and, pointing a camera, he says, I dont have a script,
so I want you to act terrified but tranquil—pretend youre on a ship thats going down, you know your life is going to end,
and count up from one to ten.
Well put the words in your mouth later


Maria (3:54)

I had the eye and the telescope,
I had the nighttime and a cosmic hope,
but so much rides on visibility,
and when the clouds disagree,
they disagree, they disagree.
I had the suit and the oxygen,
I had a flashlight and the whole ocean,
but so much rides on visibility,
and when the waves silt the sea,
they silt the sea, they silt the sea.


Desert Music (6:17)

The sun is a boot spur in the sky reflecting sunlight.
Mercury rises, a magnesium horizon glows white.
Across the emptiness I undulate in and out of sight.
I let go, and from a distance watch my body ignite.
A lake appears and disappears, just a mirage like the soul.
My tongue hangs down past my feet and scrapes against the dry gold.
Downwards through the black sea, infinitely, I feel the globe roll,
the golden edge of earth the rim of a Himalayan bowl—
I want to make her sing.

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[1FattyMatt]

remind me of cursive...

[shemfleenor]

fantastic! Todd is blowing my mind...

[Ladyantique11]

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[buffduff18]

It's nice to finally see some live footage of them on here. Thanks for posting