Clockwork Chaos

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V6-MINI

[Intro — ticking gears, boot heels, winding mechanism]
[Spoken, delighted]
They said this town needed a little excitement.
So I brought a wrench.

[Verse 1]
Rolled into town on a six-legged mare,
With a furnace belly and a folding chair.
My goggles were crooked, my scarf flew free,
And the sheriff said, “Please don’t improve anything.”

Well, the saloon had a piano with a busted key,
And a sign saying PLEASE LEAVE THE CLOCK ALONE.
Now it plays three tunes and it pours iced tea—
Though occasionally it launches a trombone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Wind it up, let it run,
Little bit of trouble in the afternoon sun.
Hear that whistle? Watch that gauge!
We’re putting a little more spring in this age!

[Chorus]
Clockwork chaos! Brass and dust!
A little more horsepower, a little less rust!
Boot heels banging on a hardwood floor,
If the whole town’s dancing, give it one gear more!
Tick-tock, yeehaw! Let that flywheel sing!
There’s a whole Wild West full of wonderful things!
Got a wrench, got a grin, got a sky wide open—
Clockwork chaos, and the gears keep rolling!

[Verse 2]
There’s a brass-plated bandit by the quarter-past train,
With a pearl-handled pistol and a very long name.
He said, “Draw!” so I sketched him a better design.
He said, “That’s not—”
[Spoken]
Well, you weren’t very clear.

He challenged my rifle at twenty past two,
But the thing needed winding till a quarter to three.
By then we’d had biscuits and a pot of strong brew,
And he’d asked if I’d fix up his mechanical knee.

[Pre-Chorus]
Wind it up, let it ride,
Got a black-tipped tail and a tool at my side.
Hear that rattle? That’s all right!
Something always settles after the first flight!

[Instrumental — fiddle duel with honky-tonk piano, steam-whistle answers]

[Bridge — softer, warm]
I like the stars past the water tower,
The smell of rain on the railway ties,
A porch, a tune, and a quiet hour,
With tomorrow waiting on the other side.

Then somebody says, “That’ll never fly.”
And I get that feeling again.
[Spoken, smiling]
Would you hold my coffee?
…Further back than that, friend.

[Build — ratchet clicks, accelerating boot stomps]
One turn for the things we’ve tried,
Two for the ones that shook apart,
Three for the fools coming along for the ride—
And a great big spring for a hopeful heart!

[Final Chorus]
Clockwork chaos! Brass and dust!
A little more horsepower, a little less rust!
Boot heels banging on a hardwood floor,
Now the sheriff’s dancing—give it one gear more!
Tick-tock, yeehaw! Let that flywheel sing!
There’s a whole Wild West full of wonderful things!
Got a wrench, got a grin, got a sky wide open—
Clockwork chaos, and the gears keep rolling!

[Outro — music winds down; one loose spring pings]
[Spoken]
See? Perfectly safe.
[Steam whistle; distant crash]
…That was the old water tower, right?

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[Intro — ticking gears, boot heels, winding mechanism] [Spoken, delighted] They said this town needed a little excitement. So I brought a wrench. [Verse 1] Rolled into town on a six-legged mare, With a furnace belly and a folding chair. My goggles were crooked, my scarf flew free, And the sheriff said, “Please don’t improve anything.” Well, the saloon had a piano with a busted key, And a sign saying PLEASE LEAVE THE CLOCK ALONE. Now it plays three tunes and it pours iced tea— Though occasionally it launches a trombone. [Pre-Chorus] Wind it up, let it run, Little bit of trouble in the afternoon sun. Hear that whistle? Watch that gauge! We’re putting a little more spring in this age! [Chorus] Clockwork chaos! Brass and dust! A little more horsepower, a little less rust! Boot heels banging on a hardwood floor, If the whole town’s dancing, give it one gear more! Tick-tock, yeehaw! Let that flywheel sing! There’s a whole Wild West full of wonderful things! Got a wrench, got a grin, got a sky wide open— Clockwork chaos, and the gears keep rolling! [Verse 2] There’s a brass-plated bandit by the quarter-past train, With a pearl-handled pistol and a very long name. He said, “Draw!” so I sketched him a better design. He said, “That’s not—” [Spoken] Well, you weren’t very clear. He challenged my rifle at twenty past two, But the thing needed winding till a quarter to three. By then we’d had biscuits and a pot of strong brew, And he’d asked if I’d fix up his mechanical knee. [Pre-Chorus] Wind it up, let it ride, Got a black-tipped tail and a tool at my side. Hear that rattle? That’s all right! Something always settles after the first flight! [Chorus] Clockwork chaos! Brass and dust! A little more horsepower, a little less rust! Boot heels banging on a hardwood floor, If the whole town’s dancing, give it one gear more! Tick-tock, yeehaw! Let that flywheel sing! There’s a whole Wild West full of wonderful things! Got a wrench, got a grin, got a sky wide open— Clockwork chaos, and the gears keep rolling! [Instrumental — fiddle duel with honky-tonk piano, steam-whistle answers] [Bridge — softer, warm] I like the stars past the water tower, The smell of rain on the railway ties, A porch, a tune, and a quiet hour, With tomorrow waiting on the other side. Then somebody says, “That’ll never fly.” And I get that feeling again. [Spoken, smiling] Would you hold my coffee? …Further back than that, friend. [Build — ratchet clicks, accelerating boot stomps] One turn for the things we’ve tried, Two for the ones that shook apart, Three for the fools coming along for the ride— And a great big spring for a hopeful heart! [Final Chorus] Clockwork chaos! Brass and dust! A little more horsepower, a little less rust! Boot heels banging on a hardwood floor, Now the sheriff’s dancing—give it one gear more! Tick-tock, yeehaw! Let that flywheel sing! There’s a whole Wild West full of wonderful things! Got a wrench, got a grin, got a sky wide open— Clockwork chaos, and the gears keep rolling! [Outro — music winds down; one loose spring pings] [Spoken] See? Perfectly safe. [Steam whistle; distant crash] …That was the old water tower, right?

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