From the recording Slowtown
Psychedelic Americana snapshots from a summer night in San Luis Obispo
Lyrics
This is not my television
and I’ve never seen a room like this
the calendar pages fly off the wall
and the doubt on my face must read like a list
I get this feeling the world is in motion
and I hope I don’t forget how to trust
and pinch me so I know I’m real
‘cause I just saw my life go by on the bus, in
Slowtown
downtown spinning round and round
Slowtown
I’m going down
Riot in a bar on 4th street
cops all over town
they get their kicks deploying nightsticks
chasing folks like me around
I stumbled to the street
and fell in love with the sound
it caressed me ‘til I didn’t know
where I was bound
I stumbled into somebody else’s parade
then the medicine hit
and someone lowered the shade, in Slowtown…
Montgomery Clift arm wrestled Monet
in a mobile home in East L.A.
in a love and hate symposium
through the corridors of my thought museum
I always miss the bus on days like this
and someone put my name on a government list
and the shadow on the wall next to mine
laughs whenever I start crying
in Slowtown…
when you no longer feel the music
when you’ve got faith but you can’t use it
when you can’t hear your voice anymore
and every conversation sounds like a war
when you can’t hear your voice anymore
when every conversation sounds like a war
when their guns are bigger than yours
I’ll be around
meet me down in Slowtown…