| John Prine – Clocks And Spoons Lyrics | 7 months ago |
| I thought it was a prison song. Applicable to depression/loneliness. Stuck in a cell with nothin but the clock draggin out. They don’t give you forks or knives because they can be too easily weaponized. The cell is empty cept for yourself The small window lets you curse the moon for being free. And you never see the sun no more. | |
| John Prine – Clocks And Spoons Lyrics | 7 months ago |
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I thought it was a prison song. Applicable to depression/loneliness. Stuck in a cell with nothin but the clock draggin out. They don’t give you forks or knives because they can be too easily weaponized. The cell is empty cept for yourself The small window lets you curse the moon for being free. And you never see the sun no more. |
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