Liam Lynch, M3, Class of 2026
I’ve been playing and writing songs on the guitar all throughout medical school. It is a way for me to fully express my creativity and passion for music, and has become a pursuit in its own right to me.
Many, if not most, of my songs carry themes of nostalgia or reminiscence and this song is no different. I hope the lyrics resonate within you. Enjoy!
That Kitchen Clock nc
C#m, B, E, A
Lightning bugs in little jars, and singing
songs on dad’s guitar, ticking clock in the
kitchen just don’t stop
Playing football in the yard, but your brother
hits a little hard, bruise at school shows ‘em
that you’re tough
And dogs they got out again, go chase ‘em
round with your friends, and dad says don’t
come home till its dark
See something bout those good old days,
make me wish I would’ve stayed hanging
onto youth by a thread
But that kitchen clock ain’t ever stopped and
all we ever do is rock and dance and sing
and waste our youth away
Driving through our little town, we burned
those streets down to the ground, and I
swear this drive used to take so long
But as we stop on memory lane, I’m holding
on to everything, as I show my son where I
grew up
See something bout those good old days,
make me wish I would’ve stayed hanging
onto youth by a thread
But that kitchen clock ain’t ever stopped and
all we ever do is rock and dance and sing
and waste our youth away
So now my boys run through the yard, and
that older one hits a little hard, just lille I did
back when I was young
See something bout those good old days,
make me wish I would’ve stayed hanging
onto youth by a thread
But that kitchen clock ain’t ever stopped and
all we ever do is rock and dance and sing
and waste our youth away
Yeah something bout those good old days,
make me wish I would’ve stayed hanging
onto youth by a thread
But that kitchen clock ain’t ever stopped and
all we ever do is rock and dance and sing
and waste our youth away
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