ninety-years-without-slumbering

NO GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

THE MUSIC BOX THAT KEEPS MARIONETTE AT BAY PLAYS A LEGIT SONG.

I recognized the tune from a really old toy my grandmother had that I grew up playing, like a music box. A few google searches later and I discovered the songs title and lyrics. Here they are below: 

My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopp’d short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tick, tick, tick),His life’s seconds numbering,
(tick, tick, tick, tick),It stopp’d short — never to go again —When the old man died.

My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire —
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place — not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopp’d short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

It rang an alarm in the dead of the night —
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight —
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopp’d short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tick, tick, tick),His life’s seconds numbering,
(tick, tick, tick, tick),It stopp’d short — never to go again —When the old man died.

((My Grandfathers Clock by Henry Clay Work, 1876))

Now I dont know what this really has to do with anything, But seeing as everything in the first game would point towards the secret plotline,  this song has to be important.

Christian Marclay’s “The Clock” is an amazing pastiche of film and TV clips of clocks and watches, stitched together to create a twenty-four hour movie that corresponds to the time in the outside world.  It’s definitely one of my favorite pieces of art ever, and coincidentally it happens to feature several episode of The Twilight Zone, including a memorable quote from “Ninety Years Without Slumbering” around 2pm (“If the clock stops ticking, I’ll die!”).  If you get a chance to see “The Clock,” don’t miss it.  If you want to check out our episode on “Ninety Years,” it’s here.  

- Fred

The music box tune
5 nights at freddies 2
The music box tune

Ninety years without slumbering,

Ti̷ćk T̡oc͏k T̕ick̛ ̷T̡o̢ck̵,

His life s͎̩̪̪̫̪͝e̝̪̠͘c̗̲͕͎̭o̡̳̫̣n͏̳̺̘̱͚d̞̟s͇̤̰̫ numbering,

Tick Tock Tick Tock,

It s̮͈̲̯̳̞t͉̝̹͔̳͜ͅǫ̛̻͓̞̬̭p͖͖̮͕͇͈͘͞͝p̞͕̪̥̥̺͡ͅè̞̘̝̝̙̘͜d͈̪͈͙̤́͠ ̛̜̪̟͎̮͢s̪̘̘̮̻ͅh̷̴̬̞̲̩̜̺̙o͏̴͇̹̜̭̮̣̲͉r̼̝̰͡t̛͙̭̜, never to go again,

When the old man d̨̛͓͚̘̫̬̠͓̮͙̬͙̯͈̕͞ͅi̸̷̷̟͓͎͓͖͚̱̕͢e̴̡̟͈̜̖̰̝̦̗̦͜͝ͅd̶̴̡̖̪͖̣̣̘̣̭̥͍͓͕̮̮͢͡ͅ

FNaF 4: The Puppet Is Your Fredbear Plush (pt. 2)

Missed Part 1? Find it here!

(it’s got most of the important stuff)

Now, after all that information, there was another little fact that we couldn’t ignore. When you exit your room in the post-night mini games, you enter a hallway with a grandfather clock, as we had mentioned in the earlier post. Your Fredbear plush sits on top of it, a seemingly strange place to be, as his other spots around the house had been fairly logical: the floor by the doorway, the bed, the couch.

Now, remember the Music Box from FNaF 2 which you had to wind up to keep the Puppet at bay?

The song from the music box is called “My Grandfather’s Clock”.

The lyrics to the song are quite eerie as well. A grandson sings of his grandfather’s clock, which was bought the day he was born. It worked perfectly for years, until the day he died.

Ninety years without slumbering (tick, tock, tick tock)
His life’s seconds numbering (tick, tock, tick, tock)
It stopped short – never to go again –
When the old man died.

The clock, one which needed to be wound every week, (reminiscent of your nightly routine of winding the music box) sounded an alarm close to the time of the narrator’s grandfather’s death.


– G