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The Slim
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The Slim was released on September 4, 1992 by BMG Rights Management (US) LLC as a part of the album Copper Blue (2012 Remastered)
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Release DateSeptember 4, 1992
LabelBMG Rights Management (US) LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Vocals, Electric Guitar, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar
David Barbe
David Barbe
Bass Guitar
Malcolm Travis
Malcolm Travis
Drums, Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Producer, Engineer
Lou Giordano
Lou Giordano
Producer, Engineer
Tom Bender
Tom Bender
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Do you know where you're going?
Do you know where you've been?
This is simple, is it simple
The chances seemed so slim
In a cloud, is it cloudy
You've clouded up again
Your perception, your decision
Your decision
Behind, I'm left behind
Oh, I'm left behind, I'm left behind
It's a matter of time
Your protection from ejection
My rejection
Protection from the slide
Projection from the slide
Did it all seem so easy
So easy to concede?
Giving in, giving in
The chances seemed so slim
In a moment, just a moment
I felt you rushing in
You were rushing, I am crushing
Your rush to cruise this time
I'm left behind
Left behind, left behind
It's a matter of time
Your protection from injection
My rejection
Protection from the slide
Projection from the slide
I, with your breath on my pillow
And I, with the memory
I get to wait it out, never put it away
When you left with your death
I felt empty when I look back
On my pillow, what you used to say
What you used to say
I, I'm left behind
I, I'm left behind, left behind
I, with your breath on my pillow, yeah
I, with the memory
I get to wait it out, never put it away
When you left with your death
I felt anger when I look back
On my pillow, what you used to say
What you used to say
I felt your breath for a moment
And I heard your voice for a moment
Then I looked back
On my pillow, what you used to say
What we used to say
That the chances seemed so slim
The chances used to be so slim
Now I swim alone
The slim alone
The slim alone
The slim alone
To honor and obey
To cherish and to worship
In sickness and in health
For richer, for poorer, for anything
Until death do us part
Written by: Bob Mould
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