band… Read Full Bio ↴Lithuanian rock band The Skys is the leading Lithuanian rock scene
band.
It is also the most recognized Lithuanian band abroad. After frequent
changes in line up The Skys are:
Jonas Ciurlionisโ vocals and lead guitar
Aleksandr Liutvinskijโ rhythm guitar
Justinas Tamaseviciusโ bass
Bozena Buinicka โ keyboards and vocals
Ilja Molodcov - drums
The band had many solo gigs and participated in various festivals in
Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, Finland, Russia, France, Germany, USA, Poland,
Austria, UK etc.. The Skys shared the stage with Blues Brothers, The
Exploited, Delirium, John Young Band, Arena...
Band has many international awards including "Best International band at
New York International Music Festival 2004, USA.
The Skys music received TV and radio airplay on hundreds of radio stations
across Europe, USA and Canada with interviews in Netherlands, Poland, UK
and "album of the week" in Austria, A-listed in Norway, 12 weeks in top 30
charts in Poland.
Many high quality press articles were published about the band in all
major music press. The Skys album reviews showed up in USA,
Canada and Europe receiving very high evaluation including Classic Rock
Magazine, album of the month by Metal Hammer and Sweden Rock Magazine
among others.
During its years of existence the band released four albums: "Civilized"
(1997), "Dreams" (1999), "Postmodern Game" (2004) and "Colours of the
Desert" (2011). The last one featuring:
Dave KILMINSTER (Roger Waters band) - guitar;
John YOUNG (ex-Scorpions, Bonnie Tyler) - keyboards, bac vocs, producer;
Snake DAVIS (Eurythmics, P.McCartney, Ray Charles, James Brown, etc.) - sax;
Martin Beedle (Cutting Crew, Sarah Brightman, etc) - drums;
Tony Spada (Holding Pattern) - guitar;
Anne Marie HELDER (Mostly Autumn, Panic Room) - bac voc.
The Album recorded in Mamas Studio (Vilnius, Lithuania) and Liscombe Park
Studios (London, UK) famous for URIAH HEEP and ASIA recordings.
Mixed by Steve RISPIN (Tina Turner, Elton John, Asia, Tankard, etc
In 2001 The Skys made a musical theatre performance "Civilized" which was
presented in one of the biggest theatres in Vilnius - Jaunimo Teatras.
In 2004 The Skys were signed to Sutaras Record label for album "Postmodern
Game". In 2010 The Skys signed exclusive digital distribution deal with
Cinderella Records. "Colours of the Desert" also rereleased via Out of the
Box Records and Legacy Records as well as Dr. Music Records for German
Market. In 2011 The Skys signed a publishing contract with Apollo Live
Slow
The Skys Lyrics
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We'll take our time
There's no need to do it now
If we can't do it right
Come take a chance with me
Don't stay outside
It's ok to slow it down
It's ok to slow it down
Cos this summer night's so cold it might just freeze the rain
And I'll wear my heart out on my sleeve it feels the same
As when you were young and I was loved and we were sane
Come far away with me
Just for the night
There's no need to go home now
There's no need for us to fight
Come take a chance with me
Don't stay outside
It's ok to slow it down
It's ok to
And I'll warm your heart right through your chest to ease your pain
Cos this summer night's so cold it might just freeze the rain
And I'll wear my heart out on my sleeve it feels the same
As when you were young and I was loved and we were sane
Come far away
And I'll warm your heart right through your chest to ease your pain
Cos this summer night's so cold it might just freeze the rain
And I'll wear my heart out on my sleeve it feels the same
As when you were young and I was loved and we were sane
And I'll warm your heart right through your chest to ease your pain
Cos this summer night's so cold it might just freeze the rain
And I'll wear my heart out on my sleeve it feels the same
As when you were young and I was loved and we were sane
The lyrics of The Skys's song "Slow" evoke a sense of escapism, emotional connection, and nostalgia. The singer of the song invites someone to join them on a journey far away, where they can take their time and not rush into anything. The emphasis on slowing down and not feeling pressured to act quickly suggests a desire to savor the moment and the company of the other person. It's a call to take a chance, to step outside of one's comfort zone, and to embrace the unknown without fear.
The imagery in the lyrics paints a vivid picture of a summer night that is both cold and potentially melancholic, contrasting with the warmth that the singer offers to ease the other person's pain. There is a sense of comfort and solace in the idea of warming someone's heart through simple gestures and emotional connection. The reference to wearing one's heart on their sleeve reinforces the vulnerability and openness in the relationship, suggesting a deep emotional bond that transcends time and circumstance.
The repetition of the lines "Come far away with me" and "It's ok to slow it down" throughout the song emphasizes the invitation to escape the confines of reality and societal expectations. The reassurance that there is no need to rush or to fight implies a desire for peace and harmony in the relationship, a willingness to let go of conflicts or pressures that may exist in the outside world. The song conveys a sense of freedom and acceptance, encouraging the listener to embrace a moment of respite and connection in a world that can often feel chaotic and overwhelming.
Overall, "Slow" by The Skys is a poignant meditation on love, nostalgia, and the beauty of slowing down to appreciate the present moment. It speaks to the universal longing for connection, understanding, and emotional warmth in a world that can sometimes feel cold and uncertain. The lyrics capture a sense of intimacy and tenderness, inviting the listener to immerse themselves in the emotions and experiences shared by the singer and their companion on this journey of self-discovery and emotional connection.
Line by Line Meaning
Come far away with me
Let's escape together to a place where we can truly be ourselves
We'll take our time
We won't rush, we'll enjoy each moment as it comes
There's no need to do it now
We don't have to do everything immediately, we can take our time
If we can't do it right
It's better to wait and do things properly than to rush and make mistakes
Come take a chance with me
Trust me and be daring, let's explore new possibilities together
Don't stay outside
Don't hold back, come closer and open up to me
It's ok to slow it down
It's perfectly fine to take things slow and enjoy the moment
And I'll warm your heart right through your chest to ease your pain
I will bring comfort and solace to your troubled heart
Cos this summer night's so cold it might just freeze the rain
Despite the warm summer night, there is still a chill that can freeze even the rain
And I'll wear my heart out on my sleeve it feels the same
I will be open and vulnerable, just like in the past
As when you were young and I was loved and we were sane
Reflecting on a time when things were simpler and we were happy together
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Written by: William Evans
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Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih', bih') can't trust these niggas (bih, bih')
Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)
In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)
In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)
I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)
I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)
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I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)
I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, "Good shit" (slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
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I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (alright, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
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I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
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What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? What? What? Roll ten)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What? Let's go)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
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I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (woah, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (woah, huh, chop it and slide)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)
Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)
She my best friend (what? What?)
Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)
She a rockstar (what? What? What?)
She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)
She make it look simple (what? What?)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)
She make it look simple (what? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)
Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih', who?)
Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih', bih') can't trust these niggas (bih, bih')
Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)
In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)
In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)
I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)
I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)
I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)
Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)
But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)
I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)
I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, "Good shit" (slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (alright, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
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I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
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Yandere Cutie
What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? What? What? Roll ten)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What? Let's go)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Woah (high) woah (yeah)
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Wake up (wake up, wake up, woah)
It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (woah, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (woah, huh, chop it and slide)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)
Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)
She my best friend (what? What?)
Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)
She a rockstar (what? What? What?)
She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)
She make it look simple (what? What?)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)
She make it look simple (what? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)
Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih', who?)
Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih', bih') can't trust these niggas (bih, bih')
Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)
In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)
In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)
I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)
I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)
I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)
Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)
But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)
I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)
I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, "Good shit" (slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (alright, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? Slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? Slatt, slatt)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Woah (blatt) woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, woah) woah, woah, woah (what?)
I'm way too high (yeah, woah) woah, woah, woah (what?)
I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Woah, woah, woah (what?)
I'm way too high (what? What? What?)
What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
Oscar Smith kirk
What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? What? What? Roll ten)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What? Let's go)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Woah (high) woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Woah (yeah) woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, yeah) woah (yeah) woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, woah)
Wake up (wake up, wake up, woah)
It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (woah, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scream, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (woah, huh, chop it and slide)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)
Can't fuck with nobody (what?) Not even my shadow (yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What? What?) She got on stilettos (what?)
She my best friend (what? What?)
Yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)
She a rockstar (what? What? What?)
She a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)
She make it look simple (what? What?)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?)
She make it look simple (what? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah)
Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih', who?)
Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih', bih') can't trust these niggas (bih, bih')
Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)
In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol)
In love with my bitch (love with my bitch)
I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt)
I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)
I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)
Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)
But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)
I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug)
I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, "Good shit" (slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (slatt) paparazzi at the fence (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (alright, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? Slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? Slatt, slatt)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?) Woah (blatt) woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, woah) woah, woah, woah (what?)
I'm way too high (yeah, woah) woah, woah, woah (what?)
I'm way too high (yeah, yeah, huh?) Woah, woah, woah (what?)
I'm way too high (what? What? What?)
What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
Nazlican Ata
this song was meant to be slowed
m1ckoo
@Da pancake no
wagoo_k
Nah
Duane Garrett
most of his music is better chopped and screwed or slowed and reverbed
Luco Zade
Fffd
Da pancake
@iโm nobody yese
can
wlr is not trash. WLR IS A FUCKIN MASTERPIECE !!!
Kwangunu Mawala
WLR was a 7/10 at best the album started to lose steam towards the end of the album
aaryan kumar
Itโs trash ๐
aidan byrne
WLR IS GENIUS