Driving The Clock

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Driving The Clock

PCBender has always done his best work when the philosophy lines up with the groove, and at 161 BPM in G# major, ‘Driving the Clock’ earns its urgency. The chorus hook, built around the central question ‘Am I driving the clock, or is the clock driving me,’ hits with the kind of anthemic lift that reminds you of prime Tom Petty: simple, irresistible, and slightly unsettling once it sticks. The production is punchy and spacious at once, the guitars walled up but never crowding the melody, and the layered vocals at the peak feel genuinely earned rather than cosmetic. A highlight.

Lyrics

Driving the clock through invisible streets hands without numbers, faces without heat The gears are illusions, the seconds deceive And what we call time is the cage we can’t see

Am I driving the clock, or is the clock driving me Am I steering the hands, or the hands steering me And if there’s no clock, only measure and mind- then who is it binding, and what then is time

Chimes without rhythm, a chaos of bells ringing the fiction the silence compels The tick is a fiction, the tock is a chain yet both are demanding-the rules of the game

Am I driving the clock, or is the clock driving me Am I steering the hands, or the hands steering me And if there’s no clock, only measure and mind- then who is it binding, and what then is time

Clockwork dissolves in the pulse of a dream unwinding the hours, unspooling the scheme

Am I driving the clock, or is the clock driving me Am I steering the hands, or the hands steering me And if there’s no clock, only measure and mind- then who is it binding, and what then is time

Credits

Songwriter: Michael Anthony Rose