I’ve been writing songs as long as I can remember. I didn’t always call them songs and they weren’t proper lyrics. But my musical magical kids have been pushing me to produce my “songs”. This one’s been brewing for a minute.
There’s something about slowing down enough to hear what’s still moving underneath it all. Tin Box filtered through in fragments… a rhythm, a feeling, a quiet unraveling. It’s not about where we’re going, it’s about what remains when we stop. And feel.
Lyrics:
tap… slow…
tap… slow…
there’s a man with a suitcase full of wires
says he don’t walk nowhere no more
keeps his footsteps in a tin box
buried under the kitchen floor
used to chase the morning whistle
steam and smoke and paper cups
now he sits inside the flicker
while the quiet fills him up
tap slow… let it come
tap slow… let it come
boots are lined beside the doorway
ain’t been worn in half a year
dust is fallin’ like a curtain
on the shape of disappear
we send shadows where we used to go
through a tunnel made of light
every voice a little closer
every body out of sight
tap slow… feel it hum
tap slow… feel it hum
no roads…
no weight…
no need to arrive…
just a whisper…
in the current…
tryin’ to feel alive…
there’s a drawer full of quiet dreams
rattlin’ when the night gets thin
you can hear ‘em tryin’ to wake up
scratchin’ from beneath the skin
the distance folded in on itself
like a map that lost its name
and the city turned to static
but the hunger stayed the same
tap slow… here it comes
tap slow… here it comes
Song title: do you like Tap Slow or Tim Box? I’m torn. Please comment to share your thoughts! Sending love on this beauty-full day…
from my heart to yours,
Joy
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