Sage Francis - Slow Man lyrics
[Sage Francis - Slow Man lyrics]
I’m a slow man… looking for a slow woman who
Wants to slow dance
I’m a slow man in my slow man stance
Looking for a slow woman who don’t
Care that I’m old lookin’
Or got my soul tooken back
Where the fallen angels land
I know Brooklyn like the back
Of a stranger’s hand
Can’t recognize my own…I wing it though
I bring it home familiarity’s the
First thing to go
Next thing you know…there’s a photo
That you’re staring at
And you can’t quite place the
Face that is staring back
Someone erased the names and the facts
Dates on the back
Maybe they’re just fading so fast
That you can’t keep up with
It can’t recover it lost in the shuffle of
The Grand Prix hustlers
If you can’t keep up to
Speed with the mother ship
And can’t take the heat then your
Man needs the oven mitts
I can’t be the judge of it my hands bleed
’cause they reached for some answers and
Got trampled by a stampede
Of know-it-all homogeneous types
The look-alikes
The kids burn my music and the
Parents burn the books I write
I think back to those lonely Brooklyn nights
I was either soul searching or
Just looking for fights
Each woman had her price the
Dice didn’t roll right
All my jobs were odd ones
My problems had bold type
Snow White didn’t expect that I’d leave ‘er
The strobe light set off epileptic seizures
I know right from wrong when
I write these songs
My goals in life ain’t what
I set my sights on
Slow man gotta get up and go, man
I know, man it’s like I’m half of a whole man
Gotta get back on the program so let’s go
Man
I’m a slow man…in my slow man stance
Looking for a slow woman who
Wants to slow dance
I’m a slow man in my slow man stance
Looking for a slow woman who
Don’t mind my home cookin’
I’m no good when I’m a bad, bad man
I’m gonna dance so slow that it
Appears to be my last stand
But I’m a bad bad man
I’m gonna dance so slow that
It looks like a photo
Truth be told it takes more than having a
Picture taken for you to lose your soul
Wants to slow dance
I’m a slow man in my slow man stance
Looking for a slow woman who don’t
Care that I’m old lookin’
Or got my soul tooken back
Where the fallen angels land
I know Brooklyn like the back
Of a stranger’s hand
Can’t recognize my own…I wing it though
I bring it home familiarity’s the
First thing to go
Next thing you know…there’s a photo
That you’re staring at
And you can’t quite place the
Face that is staring back
Someone erased the names and the facts
Dates on the back
Maybe they’re just fading so fast
That you can’t keep up with
It can’t recover it lost in the shuffle of
The Grand Prix hustlers
If you can’t keep up to
Speed with the mother ship
And can’t take the heat then your
Man needs the oven mitts
I can’t be the judge of it my hands bleed
’cause they reached for some answers and
Got trampled by a stampede
Of know-it-all homogeneous types
The look-alikes
The kids burn my music and the
Parents burn the books I write
I think back to those lonely Brooklyn nights
I was either soul searching or
Just looking for fights
Each woman had her price the
Dice didn’t roll right
All my jobs were odd ones
My problems had bold type
Snow White didn’t expect that I’d leave ‘er
The strobe light set off epileptic seizures
I know right from wrong when
I write these songs
My goals in life ain’t what
I set my sights on
Slow man gotta get up and go, man
I know, man it’s like I’m half of a whole man
Gotta get back on the program so let’s go
Man
I’m a slow man…in my slow man stance
Looking for a slow woman who
Wants to slow dance
I’m a slow man in my slow man stance
Looking for a slow woman who
Don’t mind my home cookin’
I’m no good when I’m a bad, bad man
I’m gonna dance so slow that it
Appears to be my last stand
But I’m a bad bad man
I’m gonna dance so slow that
It looks like a photo
Truth be told it takes more than having a
Picture taken for you to lose your soul