From the recording Liveness
Simple story about your parents slow dancing when you were a kid. Parents aren't usually the subject of songwriting, more likely the angst of having them! Here the singers and Ames improvise and record multiple tracks for sustained chorale fireworks.
Lyrics
- Slow Dancing -
© 2020 by Patrick Ames.
One night when I was seven / I couldn’t sleep
As I hid and watched my parents they were /slow dancing
They had made a space in the crowded living room
And I watched from up above like / some kind of moon
Some music played softly I think it was / motown gold
My father laughed and smiled at my / mother’s jokes
His large hands were firmly upon her hips As she moved her body and slowly kissed
I never knew my father could / move that well
They were so close it was like some / kind of spell
A few more minutes and I was / oh so bored
I went back to bed and dreamed for hours
I can so clearly, I can so Clearly see this / night in time
When my parents were happy, and they were / very much alive
And I hold it in my heart so that I can / always sing:
My parents were slow dancing