Testo The Slo-mo King - David Knopfler
Testo della canzone The Slo-mo King (David Knopfler), tratta dall'album small mercies
This girl she looks so pretty
Even the angels dream
And you held her in your own time
Like I held her just the same
And I've watched her sow her seed of solace
In the comforts that strangers bring
Where it all comes down
To a painted clown
Pouring out another dream
And there's blood on every jukebox
And every steam-beckoned movie screen
Blood paid for your touching thoughts
And every precious broken dream
But I'm not tired of the horse race
I just can't care who wins
And it's a cold night under starlight
If you're still hung up on the might-have-beens
And all these stars they shine so bright
On the hill where the church bells wane
So sing hosannas with the saints tonight
I'm riding high on the slow-mo
And the slow-mo king
Ghost bride says nothing
So write with pride this requiem
And burn with shame for Ophelia's sin
But love her just the same
As you light another candle for the lonely
You offer up a fractured hand
To right the wrong, we'll do what's right
Shine a light on the slow-mo king
And all these stars they shine so bright
On the hill where the church bells wane
Sing hosannas with the saints tonight
I'm riding higher than any living thing
I'm riding shotgun with the saints tonight
I'm riding high on the slow-mo
And the slow-mo king
Saw your footage on the dime
Heard your sermon for the sick
While all around my baby's crying
To do right, you better do right quick
As the camera burns the iris
And the iris burns the sun
The deepest blue will never use
All the blues yet they're not sure
And the lawyers look for action
Hitmen want every movie cut
They're saying baby he's no star attraction
Well who is if they're looking for a shot
Who's gonna work the exhumine for him
When the Saint's recording gate shuts shut
I roll it over one more time anyways
I can't give it up
It's a
Bless your ways
So sing hosannas
And roll the cameras
Let the drunken saints fall in
Wherever these crazy spirits roam
Sacred or profane
Sing goodbye with the one and all
Sing goodbye
Sing goodbye
For the slow moon king
There are many here would follow you
Some they merely worship fame
To only wanna be
That ain't enough
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Writer(s): David Knopfler
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