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MOURNFUL AND SLOW
Caught in a cave-in at the data mine,
I'm reading palms, I'm looking into eyes.
I do my hair the way the demons like
and swear tonight I will be dynamite.
And I am happy as a firefly
in the moment when the fire dies.
We're making progress still a ways to go,
shoulder to shoulder at the waterhole.
Buildings leaping with a single bound,
cats and dogs are falling from the clouds,
there are lots of ways to get around.
Do what you can, you make your mother proud.
Mournful and slow,
the only way to go.
Someone's always got to pull a knife,
whatever happened to a good clean fair fight?
We called the cops, we waited on the line, dial nine.
The beautiful bastard was a friend of mine.
You say good morning then you say goodnight,
I hope I see you on the other side.
Mournful and slow,
the only way to go.
It could happen any day or night,
what if life is not a prototype?
You mind your business I will mind my own.
You get the door and I will get the phone.
We fall asleep with the TV on,
in the middle of a marathon.
Mournful and slow,
the only way I know.
But that was then and this is now, right now.
Here I am at the speed of sound.
You get some money every other week, pay check,
get out of debt just enough to be well-fed,
you feed the fish and then you walk the dog,
the kitchen counter's getting waterlogged.
Once and for all this is the curtain call,
the bullethole in the waterfall.
Mournful and slow,
the only way to go.
DAS - Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, USA
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