Burn Me Up Slowly
Some days I got my shit together
All my troubles floating on the breeze
Flowing easy like a lazy river
Down the valley to the waiting sea
And I know everything must end
All I'm asking until then
Burn me up slowly
Take me the distance
Surround me with music
I'm not ready for silence
Some days are like a walking nightmare
Too many chains hanging 'round my neck
Every road I take is heading nowhere
Every turn is what I least expect
Everything will fall apart
All I'm asking, have a heart
Burn me up slowly
Take me the distance
Surround me with music
I'm not ready for silence
Some days I wish could go on forever
Hanging 'round with someone special like you
Be stranger be a friend be a lover
These are the days just too good to be true
All things will turn to dust
All I'm asking, if it's not too much
Burn me up slowly
Take me the distance
Surround me with music
I'm not ready for silence
| RG thoughts: | This started out completely differently but, as soon as I decided to sing it myself, it turned into a reggae kind of beat - I must have been from the Caribbean in a former life, a pirate maybe? It is really a plea to be allowed to grow old - life is too short. It's very romantic to burn bright and short but I don't subscribe to that point of view, certainly not at my age - it's too late to burn out fast! On the actual session, it was one of five songs we did on the first day of recording. However, we forgot about a solo until later in the evening. I suggested a saxophone and although I knew Randall played some kind of sax, he hadn't brought his on that first day. However, Peter Denenberg, my co-producer thought there might have been an old one down in the basement of Acme Studios, in Mamaroneck, NY. He and Randall investigated and reappeared a few minutes later with a dusty, dented old sax. I was doubtful but Randall put a new reed into the mouthpiece, warmed up for all of about a minute and went into the studio and recorded this solo, the one and only take. Great musician. |