LYRICS


THE JUG GOES TO THE WELL UNTIL IT BREAKS (THE CLAVICHORD SONG)
(written and recorded 2025)

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i doubt that there's a guiding hand
when myriads of particles
collide and interact somehow
forever in the universe

everything that we can see is
what it is but could as well be
different, it is a world of chance
we are ruled by contingency

things need some time to come about
but they fall apart quite quickly
nobody knows when exactly
their inner structure will collapse

it all went well a thousand times
and it always seemed a safe bet
but sometime it'll go wrong somehow
and nobody will have foreseen

everyone assumed this will last forever
everybody hoped it will not break this time
this thing is in free fall now while it hurtles
towards the ground where it's going to shatter
looking back from the future
you will appear totally naive
looking back from the future
the situation will appear totally surreal
totally surreal

the jug goes to the well until it breaks
nobody knows precisely what it takes
everyone's surprised by the point in time
(though) all chanted along the counting-out rhyme

in the middle of a funnel
with a limited visual field
you will not realize the walls
coming closer and closer yeah

let's live our lives, let's buy some things
can't concentrate, can't follow you
we are wobbling through time and space
can't unravel cause and effect

eyes on the jug, head in the clouds
can't see the forest for the trees
occupation machinery
deflects your attention away

eyes on the jug, but deskilling
has just begun like dementia
so you will soon no more recall
the identity of the jug

increase the jug's use, come hell or high water
every precursor dropped the hot potato
every successor's left holding the baby
the jug is dripping through the cracks already
looking back from the future
you will appear fairly asinine
looking back from the future
the situation will appear totally bizarre
totally bizarre

the jug goes to the well until it breaks
nobody knows precisely what it takes
everyone's surprised by the point in time
(though) all chanted along the counting-out rhyme

waiting for death with a beer in my hand
lacking any ambition
every call for action trails away
can i pass on the jug before it breaks to pieces
everything else means nothing to me

the jug goes to the well until it breaks
nobody knows precisely what it takes
everyone's surprised by the point in time
(though) all chanted along the counting-out rhyme

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