Slow Man Lyrics - Li(f)e - Sage Francis

Slow man, slow man 

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 

Get-get-get-get it 

Gotta get up and go 

Gotta get up and go 

Gotta get up and go 

Get-get it 

Go, get up and go 

Gotta get up and go 

So let's go 

Slow man, looking for a slow woman 

Who wants to slow dance 

I'm a slow man, looking for a slow woman 

Who don't care that I'm old looking 

Or got my soul token 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 the 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 her 

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 

Slow man 

Slow man 

Let's go 

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 cooking 

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 appears to be a photo 

And 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 

And 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