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Can we do this now, can we, huh, please?

Now it's half past ten in the evening and you wish that you were dead
Cos all those stupid little things
No they ain't working, oh they aren't working at all.

Diamonds on the water at 5 o clock
Lovers lie around in tangled knots

Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own

(Those are also three of my favourite songs, as it happens.)

― Archel (Archel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 09:48 (twenty-two years ago)

In the midnight hour, she cried more more more

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 09:52 (twenty-two years ago)

10:15 on a Saturday night.

― James Ball (James Ball), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 09:54 (twenty-two years ago)

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight,
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, home smell you later",
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there,
To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 09:57 (twenty-two years ago)

I went to my apartment on a Monday at one
A-singin' do lolly, lolly chicka-boom, chicka-boom
Started movin' in it on a Tuesday at two
A-singin' do lolly, lolly chicka-do, chicka-do

― Alfie (Alfie), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:07 (twenty-two years ago)

4.30 am on a tuesday, it doesn't get much worse than this.

― Queen G (Queeng), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:26 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour.

― Ed (dali), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Abba own this thread.

THE DAY BEFORE YOU CAME
Must have left my house at eight, because I always do,
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due,
I must have read the morning paper going into town,
And having gotten through the editorial,
no doubt I must have frowned,
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine,
With letters to be read
and heaps of papers waiting to be signed,
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so,
The usual place, the usual bunch,
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained,
The day before you came.

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two,
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue,
I must have kept on dragging
through the business of the day,
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away,
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule,
A matter of routine,
I've done it ever since I finished school,
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then,
Oh yes, I'm sure
my life was well within it's usual frame,
The day before you came.

Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so,
And stopped along the way
to buy some Chinese food to go,
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV,
There's not, I think,
a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see,
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten,
I need a lot of sleep,
and so I like to be in bed by then,
I must have read a while,
The latest one by Marilyn French
or something in that style,
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim,
The day before you came.

And turning out the light,
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night,
And rattling on the roof
I must have heard the sound of rain,
The day before you came.

― James Ball (James Ball), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:35 (twenty-two years ago)

It's Monday Morning 5:19, and I'm still wondering where she's been, 'cos every time I try to call I just get her machine. And now it's almost six am, and I don't want to try again, 'cos if she's still not back then this must be the end.

― Archel (Archel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:37 (twenty-two years ago)

Six o'clock
In the morning, I feel pretty good
So I dropped into the luxury of the lords

― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:37 (twenty-two years ago)

One, Two, Three O'clock, Four O'clock rock,
Five, Six, Seven O'clock, Eight O'clock rock.
Nine, Ten, Eleven O'clock, Twelve O'clock rock,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight.

― Simeon (Simeon), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:41 (twenty-two years ago)

Monday morning 5 o'clock
the day begins

― Ed (dali), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:42 (twenty-two years ago)

It’s 4 in the morning July in ’69, me and my sister, we crept down like shadows.

(nice recycling effort from t'other thread, non?)

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:42 (twenty-two years ago)

Ooh yes, not to mention:

Let's all meet up in the year 2000.... be there 2 o clock by the fountain down the road.

― Archel (Archel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:51 (twenty-two years ago)

And as it comes around to your place at 5am
Wakes you up and it laughs in your face

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream

― Archel (Archel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 10:52 (twenty-two years ago)

It's 11:59 and I want to stay alive.

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:02 (twenty-two years ago)

One afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block
Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes
Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time

― Simeon (Simeon), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:04 (twenty-two years ago)

Inside outside. Leave me alone.
Inside outside. Nowhere is home.
Inside outside, Where have I been?
Out of my brain on the 5:15.

Technically a *train* time but it should be allowed?

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:07 (twenty-two years ago)

Pick you up at 8?
And don't be late?

― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:10 (twenty-two years ago)

It's four in the mornin' and once more the dawnin'
just woke up the wanting in me
(Faron Young)

You give me Faron Young, Four in the Mornin'
(Prefab Sprout)

― zebedee, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:11 (twenty-two years ago)

and on another platform....

5:15
I'm changing trains - this little town - let me down
This foreign rain brings me down
5:15
Train overdue
Angels have gone
No ticket
I'm jumping tracks
I'm changing time

(David Bowie)

― James Ball (James Ball), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:13 (twenty-two years ago)

...and across town...

Take the last train to Clarkesville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be there by four thirty,
'Cause I've made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:16 (twenty-two years ago)

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:17 (twenty-two years ago)

2 minutes to midnight, the hands that threaten doom.

IRON MAIDEN!

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:19 (twenty-two years ago)

And fulfilling the premium on insomniacs...

10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:20 (twenty-two years ago)

"It's quarter to three, no one in the place except you and me"

Frank Sinatra - One more for my baby

― James Ball (James Ball), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:21 (twenty-two years ago)

"6AM, day after Christmas, throw some clothes on in the dark"

― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:27 (twenty-two years ago)

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:28 (twenty-two years ago)

"When she does speak to anyone till four o'clock, she knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing it"

― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Technically a *train* time but it should be allowed?

Of course...

The 6.5 Special's steamin' down the line,
The 6.5 Special's right on time.
Coal in the boiler burnin' up'n bright,
Rollin' and a-rockin' through the night,
My heart's a-beatin' 'cos I'll be meetin'
The 6.5. Special at the station tonight.

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:32 (twenty-two years ago)

It's half past four and I'm shiftin' gear

― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:40 (twenty-two years ago)

And then it's 3 AM, I'm on the corner wearin my leather,
This dude comes up to me and says, Hey Punk!
And I'm like, yeah, WHATEVAH!

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 11:46 (twenty-two years ago)

It's time's like these I wish I had an alias...

On my way to see my friends
who lived a couple blocks away from me (owh)
As I walked through the subway
it must have been about quarter past three
In front of me
stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body
She asked me for the time
I said it'd cost her her name
a six digit number & a date with me tomorrow at nine

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 12:14 (twenty-two years ago)

And this...

Midnight at the Oasis.
Send your camal to bed.

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 12:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Three o'clock in the morning and I can't even close my eyes.

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 12:35 (twenty-two years ago)

I blame my parents:

Three o'clock in the morning
And it looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night
I've been listenin' to your dreams and gettin' very low
Wondering what I can do
Chrystal Gale

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 13:03 (twenty-two years ago)

I blame my parents:

Three o'clock in the morning
And it looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night
I've been listenin' to your dreams and gettin' very low
Wondering what I can do

― Lara, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 13:03 (twenty-two years ago)

six o'clock in the morning, i'm the last one in this plane still awake. i can almost hear the blood washing against the shores of this land that can't forget its past.

― katie (katie), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 13:16 (twenty-two years ago)

wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins,
silently closing her bedroom door,
leaving the note that she hoped would say more

friday morning at nine o'clock, she is far away,
waiting to keep the appointment she made,
meeting a man from the motortrade

― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 13:43 (twenty-two years ago)

at the first stroke, it will be three, eighteen and forty seconds

[beep ... beep ... beep]

at the first stroke, it will be three, eighteen and fifty seconds

[beep ... beep ... beep]

at the first stroke...

― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 13:51 (twenty-two years ago)

6'n the morning police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor
Out the back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape

― Jeff W, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 14:11 (twenty-two years ago)

He's leaving on that midnight train to Georgia

You light up another cigarette and I pour the wine/It's four o'clock in the morning and it's starting to get light

― Madchen (Madchen), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 14:21 (twenty-two years ago)

Moby Grape, "8:05"

― M Matos (M Matos), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 14:24 (twenty-two years ago)

1234, 24 hours from you wo-oh
I got a one way ticket, I’m coming home out of the blue
WOOOOOOOAHHHHHHH!!!!
Been on a rollercoaster ride
Wishing you were by my side and I’m 1234
24 hours from YOU!

Next of Kin eh!!!

― Sarah (starry), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 14:27 (twenty-two years ago)

But when 7:30 comes around
There's nothing there, just bitterness

― Archel (Archel), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 14:31 (twenty-two years ago)

Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at 5:46
in the mornin, crack of dawn an'
now I'm yawnin - wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin me - and why
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper

― meh, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 14:43 (twenty-two years ago)

Mickey Mouse says it's thirteen o'clock,
Well that's quite a shock! That's my boy.

-----

25 o'clock!

― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 17:06 (twenty-two years ago)

the ocean machine is set to 9
ill squeeze into heaven and valentine
my bed is pulling me, gravity, daysleeper

---

beep beep beweeerrllll beep
beep beweeeellll beep beep, beep beeweeeeeeeeeelll beep

9pm (til i come)

― k chu, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 17:15 (twenty-two years ago)

The sound of your footsteps
telling me that you're near
Your soft gentle motion, babe
brings out a need in me that no one can hear, except

In my midnight confession
when I tell all the world all that I love you
In my midnight confession
when I say all the things that I want to...
I LOVE YOU

― Genevieve, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 17:41 (twenty-two years ago)

My God, its Pookie.

It must be the RUSH hour!

― Mooro (Mooro), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 17:47 (twenty-two years ago)

How can I be first with this one???

When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning 10am,
When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning 10am,
Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for,
Joking around, still digging that sound.
Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for.

― Graham (graham), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 18:02 (twenty-two years ago)

Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten

(...)

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice

(...)

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

― PJ Miller (PJ Miller), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 19:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Just who is the 5 o' clock hero?

(By the way, are these supposed to be in order?)

― PJ Miller (PJ Miller), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 19:13 (twenty-two years ago)

i want to fuck you in the ass at 4 am.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 19:47 (twenty-two years ago)

2 a.m. with shades on/sittin in the truck/no-one in this town thinks i'm cool/they all think i suck

― doorag, Wednesday, 11 December 2002 20:03 (twenty-two years ago)

12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up?)
3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splitting with who?)
4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
5 AM now we at my house (uh)
6 AM I be diggin her out (who?)
6:15 I be kickin her out (what?)
7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh)
12AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again
(We gonna do it again)

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, 11 December 2002 20:24 (twenty-two years ago)

it's 2:45 in the morning, and I'm putting myself in mourning..

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 12 December 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I used to live in New York City;
Everything there was dark and dirty.
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
Young girls are coming to the canyon...

― Arthur (Arthur), Thursday, 12 December 2002 00:24 (twenty-two years ago)

Next message saved, Saturday, 9:24 pm...

sorry...it's starting to hit me like a um...two ton...heavy thing.

― luna.c (luna.c), Thursday, 12 December 2002 07:43 (twenty-two years ago)

it's 2:35 in the afternoon/& something something mumble something
(spacemen 3)

― unknown or illegal user (doorag), Thursday, 12 December 2002 08:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I didn't think that this sort of *fluffy* time would be permitted but it appears that others are including them so....

I was only 24 hours from Tulsa
Only one day away from your arms.

― Lara, Thursday, 12 December 2002 08:17 (twenty-two years ago)

Up every morning just to keep a job
Gotta fight my way through the husslin' mob
Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
While another day goes down the drain
But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinkin'that the world looks fine

― MarkH (MarkH), Thursday, 12 December 2002 09:18 (twenty-two years ago)

6 o'clock in the morning & i'm the last person in this plane
still awake
Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores,
Of this land that can't forget its past.
Oh the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change,
heaven sent and hell bent!
over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joes

EE-AY-EE-AY----adios!

CHORUS
This is your captain calling--";with an urgent warning";
We're above the Gulf of Arabia--";our altitude is falling";
& I can't hold her up--";there's no time for thinking";
All hands on deck--";this bird is sinking";

Time to re-issue this one, I think.

― James Ball (James Ball), Thursday, 12 December 2002 09:40 (twenty-two years ago)

THREEAYEEAYEM, THREEAYEEAYEM, THREEAYEEAYEM ETEEEEERNAAAAAAAL.

― Madchen (Madchen), Thursday, 12 December 2002 10:33 (twenty-two years ago)

I know now why Franz Schubert
never finished his unfinished symphony.
He would have written more,
but the clock struck four
and everything stopped for tea.

― MarkH (MarkH), Thursday, 12 December 2002 10:48 (twenty-two years ago)

"everyone hears the hum at [i think] 3 a.m.!"

― unknown or illegal user (doorag), Thursday, 12 December 2002 17:26 (twenty-two years ago)

change your clothes once more, coz yr invited to a barbeque starting at 4.

― MarkH (MarkH), Friday, 13 December 2002 11:32 (twenty-two years ago)

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