Slow

I wrote this in January I think. Someday I will actually memorize it!

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It's been two trips now to my book store
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and I don't think I wanna come back no more
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I've got six days reading on my little lakeshore
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and a sunset fit for dying

I read about things that came before
misters and sirs and madonnas and whores
and I can't help but wonder how I'll settle this score
at least I can't help trying

granddad always said, take it slow, take it slow
lay down rest your head, feel it go, feel it go
empty eyes, warm sheets, socks still on your feet
I feel it go

Got a list of chores six miles wide
doing and loving and trains to ride
gotta skip my stone to the other side
dark nights'll see me ramblin'

I'll have a cobalt grave on the mountain top
with a stand of pines that'll set up shop
don't mind going if I take long to drop
my years are not for numbering'

Chorus

I'll light a powder keg, make the place go boom
get a ladder and it's time to steal the moon
catch my eye and dance across the room
my days are not for planin'

drink a soda pop and swat a fly
we'll hit the town oh me oh my
you never know never know until you try
now I've grown past wonderin

Chorus

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Music

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• garnet
• bruell
• guitar
• song
• slow
• lakeshore
• bookstore
• grandad