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Chop-Chop for Today’s Cloudy Candies (Stephanie) lyrics & image by Stephanie & ChatGPT music by Suno AI Chop-Chop for Today’s Cloudy Candies (Stephanie) On Chicken Island, late afternoon British café, chipped teacups, cartoon moon Puppy-print pajamas, tacos on the plate Someone laughs too loud, someone’s running late The author says the secret’s in the sound A word you hear when school bells pound Back when chalk dust filled our lungs We learned it before we learned our tongues A phrase that hops the fence of time Said too fast, said on a dime Chop-chop, say it quick, say it true For today’s cloudy candies, me and you Not tomorrow’s storms or the long-range plot Just what’s melting now in the parking lot Chop-chop, don’t overthink the clock Everyday magic, sidewalk talk First encounter, puppy pants Eating tacos, awkward glance Somewhere someone calls out “chica” Sailors grin, the sea gets thicker Exotic waitresses, sunburned grace Beauty flickers, then changes face In the UK or down the coast They rush the hours, toast to toast But on this island, soft and odd Time walks barefoot, talks to God Chop-chop, say it quick, say it sweet For today’s cloudy candies in the street Not the future wrapped in dread Just the words you almost said Chop-chop, hear the lesson drop Everyday life, don’t make it stop It doesn’t mean hurry, it doesn’t mean fear It means talk about what’s already here The sugar melts, the clouds roll by Predicting nothing, and that’s just fine Chica on the wind, chalk on our shoes Pajamas in public, nothing to lose Chop-chop, from the classroom to the sea For today’s cloudy candies, plain to see Say it laughing, say it slow Say what happens as it goes Chop-chop, that’s the only plot Love the now—forget the what’s-not On Chicken Island, night comes soft Puppy prints fade, the moon drifts off One small phrase, still sticky, still hot Chop-chop for today… and that’s the lot.