-Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
She says
It helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow
Is like braille to the night

She swears 
I'm a slave to the details 
But if your life is such a big joke
Why should I care?

[Chorus] 
The clock is set for nine
But you know you're gonna make it eight
So that you two can take some time
Teach each other to reciprocate

She feels that my sentimental side
Should be held with kids gloves
But she doesn't know
That I left my urge in the icebox

[Verse 2]
She swears
I'm just prey for the female
Well then hook me up and throw me baby cakes
'Cause I like to get hooked

[Chorus 2]
The clock is set for nine
But you know you're gonna make it eight
All the people that you've loved
They're all bound to leave some keepsakes

I've been swinging all the time
Think it's time I learned your way
I picture you and me together
In the jungle it will be okay

[Bridge] 
I'll bring you when my lifeboat
Sails through the night
That is supposing that
You don't sleep tonight

[Verse 3]
It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mind
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time

It's like learning a new language
You come here to me
We'll collect those lonely parts
And set them down You come here to me

[Outro]
She says brief things
Her love's a pony
My love's subliminal

She says brief things
Her love's a pony
My love's subliminal


-Description:

"The Clock" is a melancholic descent into introspection, weaving brooding baritone vocals with hypnotic guitar textures and sparse instrumentation. The minimalist approach amplifies its emotional gravity, allowing each lyric to resonate with haunting depth. This reimagined cover embraces the tender sorrow of solitude while maintaining an understated elegance, capturing fleeting moments of reflection like echoes in an empty night.

A refined yet raw interpretation of Interpol’s "Leif Erikson," where melody and silence intertwine in a delicate dance of memory and yearning.  


Solitude

The Clock

Contact the Artist

Multidimensional being, trapped in a physical realm experience.

I'm a boundary-pushing artist whose work fuses raw poetry, immersive soundscapes, and striking visual artistry into a singular creative vision. I independently crafts every facet of my art—vocals, composition, production, lyricism, and artwork—transforming deep personal introspection into electrifying sonic narratives. My music channels the raw energy of alternative/progressive rock, the haunting ambience of post-punk, and the ethereal depth of indie, with just enough metal edge to ignite catharsis.

Behind the artistry lies a journey marked by profound resilience. Three years ago, an unfortunate accident not only left me with partial vocal cord paralysis—making every performance a testament to endurance—but also robbed him of the ability to play the piano, my favorite creative outlet, forever. Refusing to be subdued by these setbacks, I reinvented my approach: I embraced digital techniques to rediscover my passion for music and, similarly, taught myself digital art. My Instagram is now a vibrant gallery of my new creative endeavors, where drawing and digital expression take center stage.

I aspired to see my personal poetry evolve into emotionally impactful anthems, and my self-crafted visuals extend the narrative of internal struggle and rebirth. Now, as I push my creative vision into new sonic territories, I'm seeking a lead female vocalist to join me on my next project—an invitation to explore fresh harmonies and deeper dimensions of storytelling.

Follow my journey on SoundCloud and Instagram
[@tylercraftsart](https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart)

to experience a world where every note, every brushstroke, and every digital creation is a testament to the transformative power of resilience and art.


I have a hypothesis regarding music, which is: matter in our universe is perpetually in motion; nothing remains completely still. It resembles an everlasting dance, influenced by the smallest forms of existence that define matter at a quantum level. Furthermore, the very fabric of space-time is composed of waves. Therefore, I can only speculate that our universe communicates with us through sound and music.


If math is the language of the universe, then music must be its poetry.

The Clock

Kareem Tyler