Vocaloid — Kikuo

La-la-la, lick the knife. Daddy’s home with a brand-new wife. She wears a dress made of Sunday clocks. And the candy just ate my tick-tocks. (Eat them up, eat them up, tick-tocks stop.)

Tick… tock… I forgot what I forgot. Tick… stop. vocaloid kikuo

One, two, three — the oven is cold. Four, five, six — my fingers are sold. Seven, eight, nine — the doctor is blind. Ten, eleven, twelve — “You’re doing just fine.” La-la-la, lick the knife

The moon is a spoon And the stars are soft-boiled. I swallowed a tune That my tongue has now spoiled. And the candy just ate my tick-tocks

Here’s a short piece written in the spirit of (a Vocaloid producer known for surreal, haunting, circus-like melodies, childlike vocals juxtaposed with dark lyrics, and glitchy, repetitive, often dissonant instrumentation). Title: The Candy That Ate My Clock

(Final sound: A child’s giggle, then silence — followed by one loud, wet crunch.) Would you like this formatted as a lyric sheet, or adapted into a pseudo-score with rhythm suggestions?