David Knopfler Slo` Mo` King Lyrics

Slo` Mo` King Lyrics

The Slow - Mo’ King

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.

David Knopfler1995
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