This is a song called Slow Burners.
♪
There's times when it takes another's words ♪
♪ She's got hands in the whiskey and your head is on her heart ♪
♪ So don't be down when the bird has flown ♪
♪ There's days like this when she's better off alone ♪
♪ We're tired of being old lovers ♪
♪ We're tired of being slow burners ♪
♪ It's time to spread the roots,
my love ♪
♪ So we can find new air ♪
♪ Flowers that have grown around our feet ♪
♪ They tickle our toes and drag us back down to earth ♪
♪ And the tears we cried on water ground ♪
♪ There's a salt inside come triggering from our crowns ♪
♪
We're tired of being old lovers ♪
♪ We're tired of being slow burners ♪
♪ Spread the roots,
my lover ♪
♪ So we can find new air to breathe ♪
♪ So we can find new air to breathe ♪
♪ I know you feel the same ♪
♪ You're all I can taste ♪
♪ And I know you feel the same ♪
♪ So let's hold on ♪
♪ I love you like no other ♪
♪ More than I ever knew ♪
♪
It's not that we're not right ♪
♪ Sometimes you need a blight ♪
♪ Just to know you can return ♪
♪ Just to know you can return ♪
♪ I'm ready
to be old lovers ♪
♪ I'm ready
to be slow burnin'
♪
♪ It's time to spread the roots and nurture ♪
Thank you very much.
Yeah,
I don't know,
it's funny,
songwriting is a wonderful thing to be able to torment
yourself with sometimes, you know?
But it's great to find ways to
say things and remove yourself from them and then say
them as if they're not about yourself,
but confessionally they are,
you know?
This song's not about me.
I spent ages warming up this afternoon playing the guitar
and putting new strings on,
it was like great,
brilliant,
loving all of this, warmed up my voice,
and then found out how this is boring for a lot of people,
but I found I had to change the battery in the pickup,
which I had to take all the strings off
and then the pickup out and put the thing back in again
and eat my fish pie in the car on the way over.
It was a lovely fish pie, but I'm still
heavily involved in digesting it.
So,
this is it.