Quick
๐ต 1033 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:44 duration
๐ ID: 18586796
๐ Lyrics
It's quick and getting quicker
And I'm slowing down
The slick are getting slicker
And they're leaving town
And everything I took to be solid ground
Is busy sliding
The melancholic honking
Of the evening cars
The hollow honky-tonking
Underneath the stars
Pianoman is playing in the empty bars
Announcing endings
Oh tonic and gin
Tonic, tonic and gin gin gin gin
Gin
I settle down and try to write a couple lines
I can be so derivative and stale sometimes
I want the Gods of Literature to touch my mind
To use it freely
I try to think of things to say and come up dry
The words just don't reveal themselves
I don't know why
I've lived days like today a hundred thousand times
So what's another?
When three weeks have gone by
And I haven't penned a thing
Until right now
The construction site is building in the key of C
Jack-hammering, crescendoing along with me
The heaviness is shedded and I'm on the breeze
On the South-Easter
And today's the kind of day
I knuckle down on bad days
To arrive at
And it's good
It's really good
And I'm slowing down
The slick are getting slicker
And they're leaving town
And everything I took to be solid ground
Is busy sliding
The melancholic honking
Of the evening cars
The hollow honky-tonking
Underneath the stars
Pianoman is playing in the empty bars
Announcing endings
Oh tonic and gin
Tonic, tonic and gin gin gin gin
Gin
I settle down and try to write a couple lines
I can be so derivative and stale sometimes
I want the Gods of Literature to touch my mind
To use it freely
I try to think of things to say and come up dry
The words just don't reveal themselves
I don't know why
I've lived days like today a hundred thousand times
So what's another?
When three weeks have gone by
And I haven't penned a thing
Until right now
The construction site is building in the key of C
Jack-hammering, crescendoing along with me
The heaviness is shedded and I'm on the breeze
On the South-Easter
And today's the kind of day
I knuckle down on bad days
To arrive at
And it's good
It's really good
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.76] It's quick and getting quicker
[00:22.94] And I'm slowing down
[00:25.91] The slick are getting slicker
[00:28.07] And they're leaving town
[00:31.11] And everything I took to be solid ground
[00:36.22] Is busy sliding
[00:41.54] The melancholic honking
[00:43.94] Of the evening cars
[00:46.91] The hollow honky-tonking
[00:49.15] Underneath the stars
[00:52.18] Pianoman is playing in the empty bars
[00:57.23] Announcing endings
[01:03.26] Oh tonic and gin
[01:07.75] Tonic, tonic and gin gin gin gin
[01:16.99] Gin
[01:36.62] I settle down and try to write a couple lines
[01:41.96] I can be so derivative and stale sometimes
[01:47.07] I want the Gods of Literature to touch my mind
[01:52.15] To use it freely
[01:57.56] I try to think of things to say and come up dry
[02:02.70] The words just don't reveal themselves
[02:05.47] I don't know why
[02:07.93] I've lived days like today a hundred thousand times
[02:13.10] So what's another?
[02:19.27] When three weeks have gone by
[02:23.65] And I haven't penned a thing
[02:29.02] Until right now
[02:36.40] The construction site is building in the key of C
[02:42.15] Jack-hammering, crescendoing along with me
[02:47.21] The heaviness is shedded and I'm on the breeze
[02:52.57] On the South-Easter
[02:59.51] And today's the kind of day
[03:02.96] I knuckle down on bad days
[03:06.28] To arrive at
[03:08.89] And it's good
[03:11.57] It's really good
[03:16.90]
[00:22.94] And I'm slowing down
[00:25.91] The slick are getting slicker
[00:28.07] And they're leaving town
[00:31.11] And everything I took to be solid ground
[00:36.22] Is busy sliding
[00:41.54] The melancholic honking
[00:43.94] Of the evening cars
[00:46.91] The hollow honky-tonking
[00:49.15] Underneath the stars
[00:52.18] Pianoman is playing in the empty bars
[00:57.23] Announcing endings
[01:03.26] Oh tonic and gin
[01:07.75] Tonic, tonic and gin gin gin gin
[01:16.99] Gin
[01:36.62] I settle down and try to write a couple lines
[01:41.96] I can be so derivative and stale sometimes
[01:47.07] I want the Gods of Literature to touch my mind
[01:52.15] To use it freely
[01:57.56] I try to think of things to say and come up dry
[02:02.70] The words just don't reveal themselves
[02:05.47] I don't know why
[02:07.93] I've lived days like today a hundred thousand times
[02:13.10] So what's another?
[02:19.27] When three weeks have gone by
[02:23.65] And I haven't penned a thing
[02:29.02] Until right now
[02:36.40] The construction site is building in the key of C
[02:42.15] Jack-hammering, crescendoing along with me
[02:47.21] The heaviness is shedded and I'm on the breeze
[02:52.57] On the South-Easter
[02:59.51] And today's the kind of day
[03:02.96] I knuckle down on bad days
[03:06.28] To arrive at
[03:08.89] And it's good
[03:11.57] It's really good
[03:16.90]