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David Knopfler - The Slow-Mo' King lyrics
This girl she looks so pretty Even the angels dream You held her in your heart one time I held her just the same I've watched her sow her seed of solace In comforts strangers bring Where it all comes down To a painted clown Pouring out another dream There's blood on every jukebox Every Steenbeck and movie screen Blood payin' for every tortured thought Every precious broken dream I'm not tired of The Horse Race I just can't care who wins It's a cold night under starlight If you're still hung up on the "might have beens" All these stars they shine so bright On the hill where the church bell ring Sing hosanahs with The Saints tonight Riding high on the slow-mo' And The Slow-Mo' King A ghost bride says . . . nothin' So write with pride your requiems Burn with shame for Ophelia's sin But love her just the same As you light a candle for the lonely You offer up a fractured hymn To right the wrong Who'll do what's right And shine a light - for The Slow-Mo' King? All these stars they shine so bright On the hill where the church bell swing Sing hosanahs with The Saints tonight I'm ridin' higher than any livin' thing Riding shotgun with The Saints tonight Riding high on the slow-mo' And The Slow-Mo' King Saw your footage of the dying Heard your sermon for the sick While all around were babies crying To do right, you'd better do right quick As the camera burns the iris The iris burns the soul The deepest blues you never use Are the blues you dare not show Lawyers look for action Hitmen want every movie cut They say "Baby, he's no Star Attraction" Who is . . .if they're looking for a shot? Who's gonna walk the extra mile for him When every golden gate shuts shop? I roll it over one more time Anyways, I can't give it up It's a long ways down from Paradise Here they'll repossess your wings Sing hosanahs - roll cameras Let the drunken Saints fall in Yeah where'er these crazy spirits roam Sacred or profane Sing goodbye with the one and all Sing goodbye . . . sing goodbye To The Slow- Mo' King There are many here would follow you Some, they merely worship fame To only want to be That ain't enough Please ... freeze ... frame. |
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