Amanda Palmer - Slide Lyrics






What is past...
What is past...
what is past...

Monachial dreams and a puddle of light
And a red little girl's at the top of a slide
And an an orange old man at the bottom
Wants to take her for a ride

As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles
Pennies fall out of the sky
She could say that her dream's the american one
But she'd know it was a lie

She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up
And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle
But her smile is white and her legs are spread wider
Her hair growing long
And her hips
Getting larger
Past
Getting brighter
Light
Growing weaker

She is halfway down now but the man is impatient
He tugs at his watchchain
Today he'll be late
But she's coming
She's coming
She's coming

Who taught the fingers
The fingers of the little girl
Who taught the fingers
Of the little girl on the swingset

As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer
The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it
The pennies were loaded and as they exploded
She starts to spin out of control

Her eyes are now closing
Her sleeves are unrolling
Up past her head
And her veins are all showing
Not that she noticed
Her senses are focuses on
One old man who's laughing
Who's laughing
Who's laughing

Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you

The orangeman got you

What is past...
What is past...
What is past...





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  1. A.... ....

    This song makes me want to murder pedophiles. Mark of a good tune, I'd say.

  2. S.... ....

    Gotta be honest, this blows. I can appreciate the sound, which I quite like, but the tune itself just isn't good. Glad I gave it a try at least.

  3. B.... D....

    A truly beautiful and terrifying song! It triggers so many horrific memories but, it's hauntingly gorgeous in a way that only the exquisite madam Palmer could ever accomplish! Bravo

  4. h.... I....

    The song doesn't mean the same thing to me anymore

    h.... I....

    many different things at many different times for many different people.

  5. C.... ....

    A late April day and it's sunny outside
    And a red little girl's at the top of a slide
    And an orange old man at the bottom
    Wants to take her for a ride

    As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles
    Pennies crash down from the sky
    And he tells her, he'll take her away where it's safe
    And of course it is a lie

    She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up
    And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle
    But her smile is wide and her legs are spread wider
    Her hair growing long and her hips getting larger
    Past getting brighter
    Light growing weaker

    She is halfway down now but the man is impatient
    Shakes change in his pocket he might have to wait
    But she's coming
    She's coming
    She's coming

    Who are you blaming?
    They're just playing
    That's a good one, who left the playground
    A good decade before the bell rang?

    As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer
    The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it
    The pennies were loaded and as they exploded
    She starts to spin out of control

    Her eyes are now closing her sleeves are unrolling
    Up past her head and her veins are all showing
    Not that she noticed, she's thoroughly focused on
    One old man who's laughing
    Who's laughing
    Who's laughing

    Don't worry, I've got you
    Don't worry, I've got you
    Don't worry, I've got you
    Don't worry, I've got you
    The orange man got you

    A late April day and it's sunny outside
    And a red little girl's at the top of the slide
    And an orange old man at the bottom
    Wants to take her for a ride

  6. K.... K....

    I love this song. I have an extremely close relationship with this song. It's beautiful, haunting and filled with the angst I needed when I first heard it. It's a reminder of how much I've grown.

  7. A.... T....

    Hauntingly vivid...

  8. T.... ....

    Beautiful, yet chilling. I love it! ❤