A song co-written by Geordie Robertson (lyrics), Klak is a modern prog beatnik outing. Lots of sax and odd-meters, a hard-rock verse and a softer more classically influenced chorus.
lyrics
Geordie Robertson 2008 Lyrics:
My baby klaks, like the teeth of a shotgun cow,
dead meat, hits the killing floor.
My baby ticks, like a deathwatch beetle,
waiting patiently beneath, linoleum.
I dreamt I was homeless, wandering the strange avenues
In a daze lost and lonely, I called out for you.
My baby fucks, fucks like a hurricane,
tearing up the coastline at, break-neck speed.
My baby fucks, fucks like a hurricane,
tearing up the coastline at, break-neck speed.
I dreamt I was homeless, wandering the strange avenues
In a daze lost and lonely, I called out for you.
I dreamt I was home lying in, your arms like a child.
Until laughing and loved I, kissed you awake.
credits
from We Are In The Time Of Evil Clocks,
released October 30, 2010
David Campbell: guitars, keyboards, vocals.
Claude Prince: bass
Aaron Clark: drums