Keep Moving
Sage Francis Lyrics


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I keep moving
I go from house to house
I stay committed
Like one foot in, one foot out
I bounce
Yeah I'm leaving this place
Divorce papers falling out my briefcase
Miss Intuition, the half-truth harlot
Got her suspicions
Lacks proof but wants it
I've been practicin grabbin the noose when the knot slips
Rewiring my mind to make the firing squad miss
And while they're busy reloading
I'm decoding the messages she sent with this key I keep holding
But it's a copy
And the lock seems broken
Got me chokin' on discussions I cannot keep open
I'm fully clothed in this cock-tease moment
The last cigarette sits between my lips
But I will not smoke it
While it dangled I got strangled by a second hand
Broke the ropes when I held my breath and let my chest expand
Threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire
Told him that he owed me and he showed me his hand's on fire
We didn't shake on it
He nodded, I nodded back
He lit the cigarette with his finger and dropped the gat
I started walking the tracks you should've tied me to
I waited for a train to hop but stopped to say good-bye to you
When I turned my head
I heard what you said:
"Murder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bed"
So I fled
As I remembered one should never look back
There's no direction home only blood on the tracks
Stuck in the past
I jetted and left the red footprints for them to follow
Headed toward tomorrow
And took sips from the flask
That you bought me
For my sober anniversary
Her dad tracks my scent
She's got her old man in search of me
He knows where I'm headed, he's been there
King of the home
Sits on his throne like it's an electric chair
I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence
I see people accepting lethal injections
Dead in seconds
They confused prison for a bed in breakfast
Used their one call on voicemail to see who left a message
Could it be her?
Could it be!?
They're desperate
Mad at me cause they lack a strategy for exit
Nobody pregnant, nobody get burped
I got lost on this head trip but won't talk to an expert
My legs hurt cuz I've been walking with cement boots
Ever since you lured me to the water bed to get cute
She had a wet suit and dry dispostion
But couldn't execute that type of mission
It's no small time thing organizing my ending
My book of life
Is a "Choose Your Own Adventure"
With a circular section
You can tell your friends I walked all over you
But you know that's not what these boots were made to do
In fact, you had them crafted at the store
Said, "Baby, slip em on" but I don't know what you take me for.
I knew what was up once I felt nailed to the floor
And since the key didnt work I kicked my way through the door

I keep moving
I go from house to house
I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out
I bounce
Yeah I'm leaving this place
Divorce papers falling out my briefcase

I keep moving
I go from house to house
I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out
I bounce
Yeah I'm leaving this place
Divorce papers falling the fuck out my briefcase

I am no destination
I am just the journey
So don't go settling on me, love
No, don't go settling on me

I am no destination
I am just the journey
So don't go settling on me, love
No, don't go settling on me

I am no destination
I am just the journey
So don't go settling on me, love
No, don't go settling on me

Speak of me in your travels
Take pictures if you please




But don't go settling on me, love
No don't go settling on me

Overall Meaning

In Sage Francis's song "Keep Moving," the artist describes his restless nature and his desire to keep moving from place to place. He is committed, but only partly so, always with one foot in and one foot out. He is leaving behind a relationship, with divorce papers literally falling out of his briefcase, and is haunted by the suspicions of a half-truth harlot named Miss Intuition. Sage Francis explores his own feelings of being trapped and his reactions to being held down, including a desire to flee and the impulse towards violence.


The lyrics of "Keep Moving" are rich in symbolism and wordplay, making it a prime subject for analysis. Sage Francis uses metaphors such as knots, ropes, and the firing squad to describe the feeling of being trapped, and the lyrics are peppered with references to the past and the future. The repeated refrain of "I keep moving" emphasizes Sage Francis's restlessness, and his repeated insistence that he is "no destination" highlights his refusal to be tied down.


The song is a tour de force of lyrical creativity, with its combination of wordplay, symbolism, and evocative imagery. It is a powerful expression of the desire to escape, to be free, and to explore the world. Fans of Sage Francis will appreciate the depth and complexity of his lyrics, while anyone who appreciates the art of the spoken word will be moved by this powerful and thought-provoking song.


Line by Line Meaning

I keep moving
I am constantly on the move and never settle down


I go from house to house
I change my living situation frequently, never staying in one place for too long


I stay committed Like one foot in, one foot out
I have a sense of commitment, but it is not unwavering and I am always ready to leave if necessary


I bounce Yeah I'm leaving this place Divorce papers falling out my briefcase
I am leaving my current situation, likely a failed marriage


Miss Intuition, the half-truth harlot Got her suspicions Lacks proof but wants it
A woman, likely an ex-partner, believes I am up to something, but has no evidence to support her suspicions


I've been practicin grabbin the noose when the knot slips Rewiring my mind to make the firing squad miss
I am preparing for worst-case scenarios and trying to avoid potential danger


And while they're busy reloading I'm decoding the messages she sent with this key I keep holding But it's a copy And the lock seems broken
I am deciphering messages from the aforementioned woman, but the key I have is not the right one to unlock the messages fully


Got me chokin' on discussions I cannot keep open I'm fully clothed in this cock-tease moment The last cigarette sits between my lips But I will not smoke it
I am unable to fully communicate about certain issues and am left in a state of emotional limbo


Threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire Told him that he owed me and he showed me his hand's on fire We didn't shake on it He nodded, I nodded back He lit the cigarette with his finger and dropped the gat
I give a hitman a cigarette to gain his favor and trust, without ever directly agreeing to anything with a handshake


I started walking the tracks you should've tied me to I waited for a train to hop but stopped to say good-bye to you When I turned my head I heard what you said: "Murder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bed" So I fled
I am accosted by the woman and her father, who apparently want me dead or harmed, and I escape


As I remembered one should never look back There's no direction home only blood on the tracks Stuck in the past I jetted and left the red footprints for them to follow Headed toward tomorrow And took sips from the flask That you bought me For my sober anniversary
I am moving forward and leaving behind my past, taking a drink from a flask gifted to me for my sobriety milestone


Her dad tracks my scent She's got her old man in search of me He knows where I'm headed, he's been there King of the home Sits on his throne like it's an electric chair
The woman's father is after me, and he knows where I am headed, seemingly to a place he deems dangerous for me


I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence I see people accepting lethal injections Dead in seconds They confused prison for a bed in breakfast Used their one call on voicemail to see who left a message
I am a victim of the toxic relationships around me, and I see others making the same mistakes by staying in negative situations


Could it be her? Could it be!? They're desperate Mad at me cause they lack a strategy for exit Nobody pregnant, nobody get burped I got lost on this head trip but won't talk to an expert
People are searching for me, wondering if I am with the woman, and are angry because they do not know how to support me in leaving the situation


My legs hurt cuz I've been walking with cement boots Ever since you lured me to the water bed to get cute She had a wet suit and dry dispostion But couldn't execute that type of mission It's no small time thing organizing my ending
I feel weighed down and burdened by my past with the woman, and her seductive tactics were unsuccessful


My book of life Is a "Choose Your Own Adventure" With a circular section You can tell your friends I walked all over you But you know that's not what these boots were made to do In fact, you had them crafted at the store Said, "Baby, slip em on" but I don't know what you take me for. I knew what was up once I felt nailed to the floor And since the key didnt work I kicked my way through the door
My life is a choose-your-own-adventure story, and though the woman may claim that I treated her poorly, she was the one who initiated our involvement, and I knew what I was getting into from the start and ultimately had to break out of it


I am no destination I am just the journey So don't go settling on me, love No, don't go settling on me
I am not something to be settled down with, but rather a transient journey that someone may join me on


Speak of me in your travels Take pictures if you please But don't go settling on me, love No don't go settling on me
I am someone to be enjoyed throughout a journey, but not someone to be anchored down by




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Cheche Garcia


on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia


on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it

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