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I wanted to write a slow song I wanted to sing in stark delicate moods I wanted to sigh at the end of a record I wanted to cry and call it the blues But I never like the songs with one chord They say they make you think But they never cease to make me bored And I can't endure When an override, sad sack chorus gets ignored I used to walk like Otis Redding I used to swing and sway to his beat I used to scream and squeal like a trumpet I used to sing like a Hammond B3 That's why I never like the ones with no words They say they help you see the little things that can't be heard And that sounds absurd I hope by now you can see the irony isn't lost on me And if you listen to a song with no drum line They say it makes us free But it sounds to me like it's out of time But hey I don't mind It's like that avant-garde modern poetry that doesn't rhyme Songtexte So how did you like my slow song? What did you think of the stark delicate moods? And how was the sigh at the end of the record? How was the cry? Would you call it the blues? How did you like my slow song? And how did you like my slow song? Well how did you like my slow song? And how did you like my slow song? Aus Songtexte Mania