Playlist for Tired Men Who Stay Silent | Gentleman Dark Blues

[music] [music] [music] [music] The stillness of dawn is a heavy thing.

[music] I hear the song that the shadows sing.

[music] Beneath the weight of a heavy wool blanket, [music] I'll keep this peace,

and I will not break here.

[music] Slow down the clock.

Let the engine wait.

The dawn is thin, [music] but the heart is straight. [music]

Slow down the clock.

Let the engine wait.

The morning is thin, [music] but the heart is straight. [music]

Feet touch the frozen floorboards now.

[music] I make the dark [music] a silent vow.

[music] Beside the unlit brass lanterns [music] glow.

I take the path that is certain [music] and slow.

[music] Black [music] coffee boiling in the copper pot.

I give the world [music and singing] what the world forgot.

I watch the steam in the morning air.

A silent man in a silent chair.

[music] Slow down the clock.

Let the engine wait. [music]

The dawn is thin but the [music] heart is strange.

Slow down the clock.

Let the engine wait.

[music] The morning is thin [music] but the heart is strange.

[music] The straight razor [music] gleams with a silver light.

I carve the peace from the end of the night.

I will not rush and I will not run.

I set the pace the rising sun.

[music] No rush.

Just the steel and the cold before the dawn breaks. [music]

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] As the wooden bed frame gives a creak,

[music] the morning light is cold and bleak.

[music] My hands are stiff, the shadow's long, but in the stillness, I am strong. [music]

Slow hands [music] tie in the waxed leather, slow heart, Holding it together.

[music] Slow [singing] hands tying the waxed leather.

[music] One breath.

Whatever be the weather.

[music] Black coffee from the blackened [music] pot.

I take the only peace I've [singing and music] got.

Steel razor on a steady hand. I'm the

quietest man in all the land.

Slow [music] hands tying the waxed leather.

[music] Slow heart.

[music] Holding it together.

[music] Slow hands tying the waxed leather.

One breath.

[music] Whatever be the weather.

[music] I refuse to run. I refuse to race.

[music] I meet the morning face to face. No rush

inside this hollow room.

[music] I am the master of the gloom.

[music] [music] Scuff steel toes upon the floor.

I know what I am heading for.

[music] Stiff leather laces pulled so tight, I own the day, I own the night. Slow

[music] hands tying the waxed leather, slow [music] heart holding it together.

SLOW [music] HANDS TYING THE WAXED LEATHER, one breath whatever be [music] the weather.

[music] Slow [music] hands [music] keeping it together.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The heavy tweed hangs by the door.

[music] Stale smoke from the night before.

[music] The city moves, but I stay still.

[music] I've got a morning void to fill.

[music] Steady hand, no room for haste.

[music] The world is just a bitter taste.

[music] Steady hand, the ritual [music] stays.

[music] Lost within the morning haze.

[music] Steel against the silver chain.

[music] The quiet battle [music and singing] from within.

Brass buttons catch [music] a ghost of light.

Shadow stretching [music] from the night.

Steady hand, [singing] no room for haste.

The world is just a [music] bitter taste.

[music] Steady hand, the ritual stays.

[music] Lost within the morning haze.

[music] Black coffee in the copper pot.

The only warmth that I have [music] got.

No clock can tell me where to go. The

world is fast, [music] but I am slow.

[music] [music] [music] I'll pull the tweed across my frame.

[music] The faint ash smell.

[music] It knows my name.

[music] Shadows dancing on the wall.

Ready for the long, slow fall.

[music] Steady hand, no room for haste. [music]

The world is just [music] a bit of taste.

Steady hand, the ritual [music] stays.

[music] Lost within the morning haze, [music] the ritual stays.

[music] Steady hand.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] Steel razor on the silver

glass.

[music] I watch the quiet moments pass.

[music] A steady hand, a steady soul.

[music] Silence is the only [music] goal.

[music] Black coffee in the copper pot.

[music] The [music] bitter steam is all I got.

No clocks are [music] ticking.

Let them stay.

I set [music] the rhythm for the day.

[music] A cloud of white breath thick [music] and slow into the [music] biting frost I go.

A cloud of white breath thick and [music] slow into [music] the biting frost I go.

[music] Creaking hinges, iron door. [music]

iron door. [music] [music] Frozen porch boards rhyme and hum.

[music] Sudden gust [singing] of wind on a winter's night.

[music] The physical shock [singing] of a frozen light.

[music] [music] A CLOUD OF WHITE BREATH thick and [music] slow into [music] the biting frost I go.

A cloud of white breath thick and slow [music] [music] into the biting frost I go.

[music] No rush.

No fire.

Just a cold [music] desire.

Into the biting frost Into [music] the biting [music] [music] [music] [music] [music]

The yard is held in blue darkness.

[music] The moon is out of sight.

[music] I watch the rhythmic exhales. [music]

Small ghosts against the night.

[music] I do not run from morning.

I do not [music] chase the day.

I take my time [music] in silence and watch it slip away.

[music] The coffee pot is drifting steam.

[music] [music] The blade is sharp and thin.

A steady hand for shaving [music] upon the weathered skin.

I DO NOT RUN [screaming] FROM MORNING.

I do NOT CHASE THE DAY.

[music] I take my time [music] in silence and watch it slip away.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The frost has found my numb cheeks.

[music] The world is white and deep. [music]

I stand within the stillness [music] while all the hurried sleep.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] Black coffee

rising in the pot.

[music] The world is rushing but I am not.

[music] The straight edge razor [singing] meets [music] the bone.

A gentleman stands alone.

[music] Slow, slow let the morning wait.

I am the master [music] of the gate.

I am the master [music] of the gate.

[music] [music] The crunching snow crust under my [music] boot

past the frozen weeds at the [music] root silver moonlight guides the way. [music]

A distant hour has its say.

[music] Slow, slow let the morning wait.

I am the master [music] of the gate.

I am the master [music] of the gate.

[music] [music] [music] [music] I do not run.

[music] I do not race.

I set the rhythm. [music]

I set the pace.

[music] The woodshed waits.

[music] Beneath the hill.

The air is frozen. [music]

The heart is still.

[music] Slow.

[music] Slow.

Let the morning wait.

I am the master [music] of the game.

[music] I am the master of the game.

[music] Silver moonlight [music] on the pine.

[music] The only rhythm that is mine. [music]

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The copper pot is black and still.

[music] [music] The water waits against the chill.

[music] I pull the blade across my skin.

The day [music] is slow before it begins.

[music] I feel the weight [singing] of the handle now.

[music] I make a choice. I make a vow.

[music] Heavy iron maul cold steel.

[music] The only truth that I can feel.

[music] I stand before the silver birches.

A quiet yard, a silent [music] church.

I grip the worn hickory handle tight.

My [music] calloused palms ignore the light.

I FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THE handle now.

I'll make A CHOICE. I'LL

MAKE A VOW.

Heavy [music] iron maul, forged steel.

[music] The only truth that I can feel.

[music] NO ROOM FOR HASTE, NO room for dread.

[music] The shadows move inside my head.

[music] One steady breath, one heavy [music] hand.

I take [music] my place upon the land.

The iron drops, the wood will part.

[music] A steady rhythm for the heart.

[music] The world can rush, the world can cry.

I watch the morning [music] passing by.

I FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THE HANDLE NOW.

I make a choice, I make a vow.

Heavy iron more cold forged [music] steel.

The only truth that I can feel.

[music] Cold forged steel.

In the silence. [music]

In the rain.

[music] Mhm.

[music] Mhm.

[music] [music] [music] Black coffee rising slow. [music]

No where else I need to go.

[music] Straight steel across the face. [music]

Setting my own [music] steady pace.

I set the oak upon the block.

[music] I pay no mind to any clock.

The first log for the fire.

Holding back the cold desire.

[music] Knotty [music] old bark frozen deep.

While the rest of the world [music] is still asleep.

Splinters of ice on [music] the scarred stump.

Wait for the [music] heavy iron thud.

I set the oak upon the block.

[music] I pay no mind to any clock.

[music] The first log for the fire. [music]

Holding [music] back cold desire.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] Smell of cedar rising sweet.

[music] Ignoring the noise down on the street. [music]

One hand firm, one hand still. [music]

Bending time to match [music] my will. I set the oak upon the block.

my will. I set the oak upon the block.

I pay no mind to any call. [music]

The first log for the [music] fire.

Holding back cold desire.

[music] Slow, steady.

Hulk on the block.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music]

Mhm.

Black coffee [music] thick as oil in the pan.

Steady the blade in a trembling hand.

[music] [music] The steam rises up to the ceiling so high.

Another slow morning [music] under a gray sky.

I set the rhythm. [music]

I set the pace.

No need for speed in this hollow place.

[music] The wood and the steel are all that I know.

Wait for the [music] strike.

Let the time flow.

[music] The blade meets the skin with a silver gleam.

Living the silence like part of a dream.

[music] Step to the yard where the white wind awaits.

Iron and timber deciding [music] our fates.

I set the rhythm.

I [music] set the pace.

No need for speed in this hollow place.

[music] The wood and the steel are all that I know.

Wait for the strike.

Let the time flow.

[music] Lift the heavy AXE WHERE THE cold air is thin.

The shadow [music] of frost on my weathered skin.

Hold my BREATH BACK [music] TILL THE moment is right.

Cutting through silence.

Cutting [music] through [singing] light.

[music] [music] The dull and packed rings in the hollow of bones.

[music] An echo bouncing off trees and the stones.

Vibration in wrists like a physical [music] sting.

Hear how the morning starts to ring.

[music] I set the rhythm. I set the pace.

No [music] need for speed in this hollow place.

The wood and [music] the steel are all that I know.

Wait for the strike. [music]

Let the time flow. [music]

One heavy thud. [music]

Then the silence returns.

While the black coffee [music] slowly burns.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The coffee boils in the Turkish pot.

[music] I take the piece the world forgot.

[music] The razor moves with a steady [music] hand.

The quietest king in a noisy land.

[music] I step outside to the pile of oak.

[music] The morning air is a silver smoke. [music]

I feel the handle.

[music] I feel the weight.

I do not hurry.

I am never late.

[music] The iron [music] sings.

The iron stays.

It cuts [music] the hours and it counts the days.

The iron [music] sings.

The iron stays.

It [music] cuts the hours and it counts the days.

[music] [music] [music] The swing in motion, [music] clean and slow.

The arc of the axe is all I know.

The fallen halves of wood hit the [music] ground.

The only rhythm, the only sound.

[music] [music] The steady grunt of effort [music] in the cold.

A simple story that is never told.

I strike the center and I watch it split. [music]

split. [music] I am the master and the ghost of it.

[music] The iron sings.

The [music] iron stays.

It cuts the hours and it counts the [music] days.

The iron sings. [music]

The iron stays.

It cuts [music] the hours and it counts the days.

[music] No haste.

[music] No Just the iron.

[music] Slow.

[music] Slow.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The city starts to scream.

[music] The clock begins its run.

[music] I move within a dream.

[music] And wait for no damn sun.

[music] I sharpen take [singing] of air.

[music] My steaming [music] breath is cold.

I find my silence there.

And secrets [music] never told.

[music] The air says of dark and [music] thick.

The rays are cold [music] and bright.

[music] The world is moving quick.

[music] But I've escaped the light.

A SHARP INTAKE OF AIR.

My steaming [music] breath is cold.

I [music] find my silence there.

[music] And secrets never told.

[music] My burning lungs are deep.

My chest expanding wide.

[music] The promises I keep.

Stay [music] cold and dark inside.

[music] A SHARP INTAKE of air.

[music] MY STEAMING BREATH is cold.

[music] I find my silence there.

[music] [music] And secrets never told.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music]

A cup of pot begins to hum.

[music] I wait for morning light to come.

[music] Black coffee flows, the steam is high.

Beneath [music] a pale and empty sky.

[music] The steel is cold against my face.

[music] I set a slow steady [music] pace.

No hurried breath, no jagged line.

The quiet of the house is mine.

[music] One [music] strike, a clean split wood.

I do the things a quiet man [music] should.

A sharp snapping sound, the tension breaks. [music]

I choose the path [music] my spirit takes.

[music] [music] The iron falls, the aim is true.

[music] The yellow hardwood exposed to view.

[music] I watch the flying splinters rise before the winter morning dies.

[music] [music] ONE STRIKE, A clean split wood. [music]

I do the things a quiet [music] man should.

A sharp snapping sound, [music] the tension breaks.

I choose [music] the path my spirit takes.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The world can wait.

The world can spin.

I find [music] the peace that lies within.

[music] One strike, the task is understood.

[music] One strike, a clean split wound. [music]

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The razor's edge [music] is cold and thin.

[music] It scrapes the night away from skin.

The coffee is black.

The room is still.

I've bent the morning to my will.

[music] The blood is rising [singing] slow and [music] deep.

The winter's soul [music] begins to weep.

The blood is rising gold and dark inside the man.

[music] a living spark.

[music] I step into the frozen yard.

[music] The ground is gray and iron hard.

[music] Something pulse begins [music] in [singing] there.

[music] The winter frost is held in [music] check.

The blood is rising, [music] slow and deep.

[music] The winter's soul begins [music] to weep.

The blood is rising, [music] golden dark, inside [music] the man, a living spark.

[music] My falling fingers find their heat.

[music] The ice is dying at my feet.

My flushed skin burns against the air.

[music] Steam rises off the clothes I wear.

The blood is rising, slow [music] and deep.

The winter's soul begins to weep.

[music] The blood is rising.

BOILING UP inside the man a living spark.

[music] [music] [music] No rush to run, no need to fly.

The sun is pale within [music] the sky.

The fire's home, the cold is gone. I

hear the rhythm of the dawn.

[music] [music] [music] [music] Mhm.

[music] [music] Woo.

[music] [music] [music] The damp wool collar meets the skin [music] before the light

can even begin.

[music] The blade is sharp and the hand is cold.

[music] A story told.

A story [music] old.

Slow [music] is the way the morning breaks.

Slow [music] is the way the spirit wakes.

[music] The salt on the brow begins to sting.

[music] I hear the rhythm of the iron swing.

THE PILE OF FRESH FIREWOOD STARTS to grow.

Where [music] the winter [singing] wind Used to blow slow [music] is the way [singing] the morning breaks.

[music] Slow is the way the spirit waits.

[music] [music] Relentless swinging, one more [music] strike.

The work is heavy, the work is light.

A clock [music] that ticks without a sound.

Wooden steel [music] upon the ground.

Slow is the way the morning breaks.

Slow [music] is the way the spirit waits.

[music] [music] The world is fast, the world is loud.

I walk beneath [music] a different cloud.

One more cut to clear THE AIR.

ONE MORE burden I can bear.

The damp will color.

[music] The salt on the brow.

[music] Relentless.

Slow.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] Black coffee in the heavy tin.

[music] The silvery edge against my chin.

[music] I take my breath. I take my stand.

[music] The steel is steady in my hand.

[music] The pile is growing thick and wide.

[music] Nowhere left for [music] the cold to hide.

I take my time. [music] I hold the line.

The day is long [music] and the day is mine.

[music] [music] [music] Stack yellow wood in a perfect [music] row.

Higher than the winter [music] snow.

Smell of fresh timber fills the air.

[music] I built [music] a fortress standing there.

The pile [music] is growing thick and wide.

No where left for the cold [music] to hide.

I take my time. I hold [music] the line.

The day is long and the day is mine.

[music] [music] [music] [music] Taking off the cooling and exhale.

I've done enough [music] to earn my bed.

Frost melting on my heavy boots. [music]

The work is deep inside the roots.

The pile is growing thick and wide.

[music] No where left for the cold to hide.

I TAKE MY TIME, I [music] hold the line.

The day is long and the day is [music] mine.

Low and slow, [music] just the wood and the shadow.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music]

The straight edge razor finds the line.

I take my time, the day is mine.

[music] No shaking hands, no [music] sudden fear.

[music] The morning air is sharp and clear.

[music] I will not run.

[music] I will not rush.

The world is loud.

[music] The soul is hushed.

I will not run.

I will not rush.

The world is loud.

[music] The soul is hushed.

[music] Black coffee in the iron pot.

The [music] only peace that I have got.

I will not join the frantic race.

[music] I set my own my quiet pace.

I will not [music] run.

I will not rush.

The world is loud.

The soul is hushed.

I will not run.

I will not rush. [music]

The world is loud.

The soul is hushed.

[music] Discarded [music] woolen coat on a stump.

The leather suspenders hold the weight.

[music] I've rolled my sleeves to meet the air.

I'm standing [music] at the winter gate.

Steam is rolling off [music] bare arms. The internal fire is bright and deep.

The freezing wind feels like a friend.

While all the hurried world's asleep.

[music] [music] [music] [music] The damp shirt clinging to my skin. [music]

This is where the day begins. [music]

I will not run.

I will not run.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The cover pot, the rising foam.

[music] I find my peace. I find my home.

I grind the beans. I take my time.

I leave the world and all its crime.

[music] The city noise can't reach [music] me here.

The ghosts of men have disappeared.

[music] [music] The silence is a heavy weight.

I lock the door. I close the gate.

[music] No sirens wail. No engines roar.

No ringing [music] phones. No closing

doors.

Across the miles of empty [music] snow, the winter winds begin [music] to blow.

The city noise can't reach [music] me here.

The ghosts of men have disappeared.

[music] The silence is a heavy weight.

[music] I lock the door, I closed [music] the gate.

[music] [music] A STRAIGHT EDGE BLADE, A steady hand.

[music] The only laws I understand.

[music] A solitary crow will call.

[music] The only voice, the only law.

[music] The silence is a heavy weight.

[music] I locked the door.

I closed the [music] gate.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music]

The coffee boils in the iron pot.

[music] The morning sun is a fading spark.

[music] I watch the steam I hold the glass.

[singing] I let the rushing shadows pass.

Reading the knots.

[music] Reading the grain.

[music] The rhythm of the [music] ritual.

The rhythm of the rain.

[music] The steel is cold against [music] the skin.

[music] Check.

where the bone begins.

[music] [music] A steady hand the razor's edge.

[music] I'm standing on a quiet ledge.

[music] Reading the knots. [music]

Reading the grain.

[music] The rhythm of the ritual. [music]

The rhythm of the rain. [music]

Twisted wood grain, dark satellites.

Reading [music] all the hidden signs.

A calculated gaze, a [music] heavy soul.

Gaining back my slow control.

No blind [music] swinging in the dark.

[music] Looking for the place to leave a mark.

[music] Wait for the pulse.

Wait [music and singing] for the light.

One perfectly [music] placed strike Reading [music] the knots.

Reading the grain.

[music] The rhythm of the ritual.

The rhythm of the rain.

[music] The grain gives way.

[music] The silence stays. [music]

silence stays. [music] One heavy strike.

[music] Now I'm okay.

[music] Mhm.

Mhm.

Mhm.

[music] Mhm.

Mhm.

[music] Mhm.

[music] [music] Hands on knees, the shadows grow.

[music] The wood is cut.

The fire's low.

[music] Tied forearms pulse the bone.

[music] The kind of weight a man [music] owns alone.

I take my time.

[music] I set the pace.

I see the world.

[music] I know my place.

No rush to breathe.

[music] No rush to see.

[music] This heavy work it sets me free.

[music] Just the fingers grip the silver blade.

In the silence [music] I'm not afraid.

BURNING [screaming] tendons find [singing] their rest.

The metal put [music] to the test. [music]

test. [music] I take my time.

[music] I set the pace.

I see [music] the world.

I know my place.

No rush to breathe. [music]

NO RUSH to see This heavy work It sets me free [music] [music] [music] [music]

Black coffee From a cup of flame I give the morning [music]

A quiet name A deep [music] exhale The steam will rise I see the truth [music] With tired eyes

[music] I take my time [music] I set the pace The hum of the work In a quiet place

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The sun is sinking.

[music] The shadows grow long.

I'm standing here where I belong.

[music] The morning coffee, the razor's edge.

[music] Now I'm keeping [music] a final pledge.

Slow down the breath, let the world wait. [music]

I set the rhythm, I hold the weight.

The wood don't move, the wood don't bend.

I save the hardest for the very end.

[music] [music] A massive dense log, black as the night.

[music] Waiting for me.

[music] In the dying light.

IRON [screaming] HARD BARK.

[music] Skin like a stone.

Just me and the steel.

[music] Standing alone.

Slow down the breath. Let the world wait.

I set the rhythm. [music] I hold the weight.

The wood don't [singing] move. The wood

[music] don't bend. I

save THE HARDEST FOR THE VERY [screaming] END.

[music] No rush [music] to finish.

No need to fly. [music]

Under the watch [music] of a midnight sky.

My even chest [music] against the chill.

The world is loud.

[music] But I am still.

A tightening grip [music] on the hickory wood.

I change the timing [music] if I could.

But a gentleman waits.

[music] AND A GENTLEMAN knows how the heavy water [music]

slowly flows.

[music] Slow down the breath, let the world [music] wait.

I set the rhythm, I hold the weight.

The wood [music] don't move, the wood don't bend.

Save the hardest [music] for the very end.

[music] For the very end.

[music] Just the iron and the bone.

[music] Midnight blues. [music]

Midnight blues. [music] Midnight blues.

[music] [music] [music] [music] Black coffee the coffee pot.

[music] The rising steam is all I've got.

[music] I will not rush. I will not run.

[music] My day is only just begun.

I set the pace. [music]

I hold the line.

[music] The rhythm of the day is mine. [music]

is mine. [music] Slow it down.

Let it be.

The rhythm of the day is mine.

[music] The silver steel against my skin.

The quiet [music] work starts deep within.

A steady hand and the silver blade.

This is how a man is made.

[music] I SET THE PACE.

I HOLD THE LINE.

[music] The rhythm of the day is mine.

Slow it down. [screaming]

Let it be.

[music] The rhythm of the day is mine.

[music] I [music] walk out where the shadows cross to [music] the woodpile in the snow.

One hot bath, ONE HEAVY SIGHT.

I GATHER ALL MY MORNING'S [screaming] MIGHT.

Heavy swing the final weight. [music]

I do not leave my work to fate.

[music] Wood exploding, out wood break, shattered in the morning light.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The blade is buried in the block.

[music] Sudden stillness past the shock.

[music] The echo fades into the trees.

[music] I find my peace within the freeze.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The wood is split, the stack is high.

[music] A silver breath bleeds [music] through the sky.

[music] I lean a hand along [singing] the pine.

[music] The morning world is finally mine.

[music] Resting still, letting it go.

[music] Watching the winter moving [music] slow.

Resting still, [music] letting [singing] it go.

Watching the [music] winter moving slow.

[music] The axe head resting on [music] the earth.

I gave the [music] fire a brand new birth.

The melting frost runs down the blade.

[music] BESIDE the debt that I have paid.

[music] Resting steel, letting it go. [music]

Watching [music] the winter moving slow.

[music] Resting steel, letting it go. [music]

Watching the winter [music] moving slow.

Dropping [music] shoulders, quieted.

[music] There is no hurry left out there.

[music] The coffee's black, the water's cold.

[music] A quiet story briefly told.

[music] [music] [music] The blade is wet.

The work is done.

[music] I do not chase the rising [music] sun.

I find my peace in what is still.

[music] Against the wood.

Against the will.

Rest in the steel. [music]

Letting it go.

[music] Watching the winter moving slow.

[music] Rest in the steel. Letting it go.

[music] Watching the winter moving slow.

[music] [music] Rest in the steel.

[music] Rest in the steel.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] The carburetor is on the flame.

The morning coffee has no name.

[music] A steady hand, a quiet mind.

The world outside is left behind.

[music] I don't run.

I don't chase.

I won't live at their pace.

I don't run. [music]

I don't chase.

Slow it down.

Leave no trace. [music]

The steel is sharp. The edge is cold.

[music] A story that is never told.

[music] Across the jaw, silent line.

Taking back what should be mine.

[music] I don't run.

I don't chase.

I won't live at their [music] pace.

I don't run.

I don't chase. [music]

Slow it down.

Leave no trace. [music]

[music] [music] [music] Stack the logs against the wall.

WAIT FOR EVENING SHADOWS TALL.

Thick canvas [music] towed open wide.

Keeping all the heat inside.

[music] Roof box scraping on the cloth.

[music] Ancient wood asleep in moth.

Heavy load lifting [music] to the door.

Dust falling on the [singing] wooden floor.

[music] I don't run.

I [music] don't chase.

I won't live at their pace. [music]

I don't run.

I don't chase. [music]

Slow it down.

Leave no trace.

[music] Slow it down.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] [music] Slow it down.

[music] [music] [music] The early morning light begins to creep [music] across the woods while others [music]

sleep.

I [music] find the path. I know the way [music] to meet the rising of [music] day, I take my time.

I take it slow. [music]

With nowhere left I need to go. [music]

I take my time.

I take it slow.

[music] [music] Heavy boots upon the porch, carrying the winter's [music] torch.

Frozen handle touch of glass, [music] watching all the shadows pass.

I take my time. [singing]

I take [music] it slow.

With nowhere [music] left I need to go.

I take my time.

I take it slow.

[music] Smell of coal burning in the hall, watching [music] dawn begin to crawl.

Darkest coffee [music] shop and [music] in the house that I made.

[music] [music] [music] [music] No more rushing, no more haste.

Not [music] a second left to waste.

Steady hand and steady eye, let the world go rushing by.

I take my time.

[music] I take it slow.

[music] With nowhere left I need to go.

I take my time.

[music] I take it slow.

[music] Back to [music] the heart, back to the light.

I'm coming [music] home from the long dark night.

[music] Mhm.

[music] Mhm.

[music] [music] [music] [music] [music] Black coffee brewing darker than night.

[music] Waiting in silence for the first lick of light.

No need to hurry, no need to race.

I find my rhythm.

I find my place. [music]

I take my time.

I hold the line.

This quiet morning is [music] strictly mine.

I take my time. [music]

I HOLD THE LINE.

This quiet morning [music] is strictly mine.

[music] Straight razor silver edge on the skin.

[music] Killing the noise and the ghost of the sin.

[music] A steady hand where the shadows are deep.

The only promises a man needs to keep. [music]

I take my time.

I hold [singing] the line.

[music] This quiet morning [music] is strictly mine.

I take my time. [music]

I HOLD THE LINE.

[music] THIS quiet morning is strictly mine.

[music] [music] [music] Kneeling down low by the iron and rust.

[music] Striking the sulfur match. [music]

Doing what I must.

Curling yellow flame.

Licking the wood.

[music] EVERYTHING'S TURNING OUT JUST LIKE IT [music] SHOULD.

I take my time.

I'll [music] hold the line.

This quiet morning [music] is strictly mine.

I'LL [screaming] TAKE MY TIME.

[music] I'LL HOLD THE LINE.

This [music] quiet morning is strictly mine.

[music] Crackling dry kindling the shadows all flee.

[music] Warmth hidden my face peace is enough for me.

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