Thoughts From A Slow Train - Matt Sharp

Awake and alone on a train

By a soft hand, you brushed across my face

From some station platform she waves

I wave back but I don’t remember her name

My fake redhead hides in the garden

She had such harsh words about me but I never believed them

Deleela wants her chocolate fudge (Deleela)

Don’t let anyone tell you that you talk too much

Angels drift in and away

Through your life on a slow train

The big-eyed painter, a bouncing German

She laughs so pure as we bowled over suave Frenchmen

My actress, with your baggage full of apologies (Marisol)

Why do I feel you’ve been abducted by Scientology?

Oh, no

And Anna, my Brazilian princess

I nearly died when you said I was blessed with true tenderness

Yeah, Laura, she may laugh at this (Laura)

What’s life like when you’re a sweet and creamy feminist?

Angels drift in and away

Through your life on a slow train

Before I got to New York Penn

I started talking with a couple lesbian documentarians

We talked about our memories

They asked, when I die, what would be the one I’d choose to take with me

If I had to choose, what would it be?

Even the last few years have had a couple goddamn good memories

Room 54, Hotel Jardin (Monica)

If I had to choose, I’d live with you, in Room 54, tenderly

Angels drift in and away

Through your life on a slow train

On a slow train