There Is Delight

by Slow Claw

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released 19 August 2010

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Track Name: Money Isn't Real
Chewed up in the grind—it’s teeth tear at your side.

You probably won’t make it.

But you know, that I know you know it all.



Tied up in a room—as quick questions are fired.

You’re taking what they’re giving.

Money is not real—cuz nothing good would lie that much.

And burn you for believing.

But you know, that I know you know



That in this life, there is delight, in feeling safe with the ones you’ve come to know.



This is what you do—as quick questions are fired at you.

You say, “I’m working for a living”.

And money is not real—cuz nothing good would lie that much.

And burn you for believing.

But you know, that I know you know



That in this life, there is delight, in feeling safe with the ones you’ve come to know.
Track Name: Black Streak
Take what you know should be your own

Fake what skills you cannot hone

When you wake you will find another day

And after the fiction is a cold reality



Do you laugh when you’re shutting it down?

Hey, did you think about looking around?

No one’s coming to your door

Anymore, it pails, it fails to compare

And when was the moment we started affairs?

No one’s coming to my door



Take what you know should be your own

Fake what skills you cannot hone

When you wake you will find another day

And after the fiction is a cold reality



No one’s coming to your door
Track Name: Conversation A/B
He said, “Nice to meet you”.

She said, “Hello”—he thought below those eyes were islands.

So when he claimed to be so clearly undefeated—

She asked, “How long”—he said, “Too Long—cuz fate is running fast to me.

And peace with you could soothe the needs and I would love to sleep again.”



He knew he would regret it if he did not take events slow—

Because the tone of this lady is worth the time.

So one stepped to another—she asked, “Why now?”, he asked “Why not?—

Cuz baby we ain’t getting younger now.

And peace with you could soothe the needs and I would love to sleep again.”



She said, “Nice to meet you”.

He said, “Hello”—she thought below those eyes were miles of use.

So when he claimed to be so clearly undefeated—

She asked, “How long”—he said, “Too Long—cuz baby it’s getting closer now.

And peace with you could soothe the needs and I would love to sleep again.”
Track Name: Cobblestone Walk
We were floating along—sleeping for days

Drunk off the sounds of lying in bed in the sea

So get up, ship-shape up, there’s water on your feet

It’s rising to the knees—I think we sprung a leak



But Tennessee you’ve just now shown that hospitality

It seems good enough for me



Picking up, picking up, picking up speed



If you fall again, if you fall again, if you fall



Safety net is out in the whipping wind

Make directions as you go—wherever it takes you

Safety net is out in the whipping wind

Make corrections as you flow



Everyone just goes—anyone can go home
Track Name: Big E
Stuck in the middle of a city draining lives

With well-dressed walking dead

Locked and loaded she was ready to explode

Then off to neverland



She is a Leo, I believe



Our hero stands alone in a room

With drunk and grungy beards

Those eyes will dilate and filter every ruse

The escape is coming soon



She is a Leo, I believe



Such a mess that they are tangled up in

The escape is coming soon
Track Name: Crooked Knees
Can’t change much if I only press repeat

That is pure insanity

Like climbing up on the oldest crooked tree

Just to gain a glimpse at the sun



But I’m not done



I found sweet melodies—so if I should tumble, then I have some solid ground



The pockets of pastors can’t fill my empty hands

So I know the work must be done

A feeling so different—it shakes deep in my soul

So I know the work can be done



Just don’t press repeat