Lirik Lagu Slo' Mo' King - David Knopfler
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The Slow - Mo' King
This girl she looks so prettyEven The Angels dreamYou held her in your heart one timeI held her just the sameI've watched her sow her seed of solaceIn comforts strangers bringWhere it all comes downTo a painted clownPouring out another dream
There's blood on every jukeboxEvery Steenbeck and movie screenBlood payin' for every tortured thoughtEvery precious broken dreamI'm not tired of The Horse RaceI just can't care who winsIt's a cold night under starlightIf you're still hung up on the “might have beens”
All these stars they shine so brightOn the hill where the church bell ringSing hosanahs with The Saints tonightRiding high on the slow-mo'And The Slow-Mo‘ King
A ghost bride says . . . nothin'So write with pride your requiemsBurn with shame for Ophelia's sinBut love her just the sameAs you light a candle for the lonelyYou offer up a fractured hymnTo right the wrongWho'll do what's rightAnd shine a light - for The Slow-Mo' King?
All these stars they shine so brightOn the hill where the church bell swingSing hosanahs with The Saints tonightI'm ridin' higher than any livin' thingRiding shotgun with The Saints tonightRiding high on the slow-mo'And The Slow-Mo‘ King
Saw your footage of the dyingHeard your sermon for the sickWhile all around were babies cryingTo do right, you'd better do right quick
As the camera burns the irisThe iris burns the soulThe deepest blues you never useAre the blues you dare not show
Lawyers look for actionHitmen want every movie cutThey say “Baby, he's no Star Attraction”Who is . . .if they're looking for a shot?Who's gonna walk the extra mile for himWhen every golden gate shuts shop?I roll it over one more timeAn
This girl she looks so prettyEven The Angels dreamYou held her in your heart one timeI held her just the sameI've watched her sow her seed of solaceIn comforts strangers bringWhere it all comes downTo a painted clownPouring out another dream
There's blood on every jukeboxEvery Steenbeck and movie screenBlood payin' for every tortured thoughtEvery precious broken dreamI'm not tired of The Horse RaceI just can't care who winsIt's a cold night under starlightIf you're still hung up on the “might have beens”
All these stars they shine so brightOn the hill where the church bell ringSing hosanahs with The Saints tonightRiding high on the slow-mo'And The Slow-Mo‘ King
A ghost bride says . . . nothin'So write with pride your requiemsBurn with shame for Ophelia's sinBut love her just the sameAs you light a candle for the lonelyYou offer up a fractured hymnTo right the wrongWho'll do what's rightAnd shine a light - for The Slow-Mo' King?
All these stars they shine so brightOn the hill where the church bell swingSing hosanahs with The Saints tonightI'm ridin' higher than any livin' thingRiding shotgun with The Saints tonightRiding high on the slow-mo'And The Slow-Mo‘ King
Saw your footage of the dyingHeard your sermon for the sickWhile all around were babies cryingTo do right, you'd better do right quick
As the camera burns the irisThe iris burns the soulThe deepest blues you never useAre the blues you dare not show
Lawyers look for actionHitmen want every movie cutThey say “Baby, he's no Star Attraction”Who is . . .if they're looking for a shot?Who's gonna walk the extra mile for himWhen every golden gate shuts shop?I roll it over one more timeAn
