Kero Kero Bonito - The Princess and the Clock
Kero Kero Bonito - The Princess and the Clock with tags kero kero bonito, flamingo song, flamingo, now i know what’s real or fake, i’d rather sleep, shrimp song, how many shrimps do you have to eat, bugsnax, ashnikko, caroline polachek, sophie, slayyyter, hannah diamond, gfoty, 1000 gecs, princess nokia, civilisation 1, civilisation i, civilisation 2, rina sawayama, fable, princess
Directed by Dan W Jacobs
2D Animation:
Dan W Jacobs
Knifeson Yu
Colleen Anderhub
Neirin Best
3D Animation:
Nicholas Barnes
Dan W Jacobs
Compositing:
Dan W Jacobs
Titles:
Kero Kero Bonito
Cory Schmitz
Mixed and mastered by Anthony Lim at Premier Mastering, London.
Oh-oo-oh
High up in a chamber
She painted pictures of the land that made her
Oh-oo-oh
Shadowed by a clock face
The hands arrested at the time she came and
When she peered outside
She saw the birds so high
That she made a wish
To grow one day her own pair of wings
She sailed long from afar
To find herself in the world
When in the wind she heard an island call
And so she followed it and came ashore
On a beach with a crowd
("We waited here for you")
Then a voice said it was true
"We all prayed for a princess
You're the one heaven sent"
Oh-oo-oh
High up in a chamber
She painted pictures of the land that made her
Oh-oo-oh
Just to remember
For the memory got lost in the dark
Oh-oo-oh
Shadowed by a clock face
The hands arrested at the time she came and
Though she showed the passing of the days
Eternally a child she would remain
Before she felt any fear
The air escaped into silence
She woke up lying in a gilded bed
With half a dozen maids around her
"We're keeping you safe
In a tall place
Where you can see
All the land you lead for us by God's decree
Hail to the girl
Our queen"
As the nights ran
Together blurring into years
Her brushstrokes never disappeared
Oh-oo-oh
High up in a chamber
She painted pictures of the land that made her
Oh-oo-oh
Just to remember
For the memory got lost in the dark
Oh-oo-oh
Shadowed by a clock face
The hands arrested at the time she came and
Though she showed the passing of the days
Eternally a child she would remain
Until one day when a clatter rang through the hills
They found her gone and a smashed-open windowsill
A feather hung in the air
And the once stopped clock
Was ticking on
