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"Burn Me Slow" is a slow-burning blues ballad about a young couple caught in a storm of love, lust, and jealousy. The song follows the emotional rollercoaster of a passionate relationship where desire fuels both connection and conflict. The narrator feels the fire of intimacy but is haunted by suspicion as their lover's attention drifts. As doubt grows and trust erodes, the song questions the sincerity of love that thrives on temptation. With haunting verses, a bittersweet chorus, and long soulful instrumental parts, the track captures the fragile beauty and hidden pain of a love that burns too hot to last.


🎵 Title: "Burn Me Slow"


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[instrumental intro – slow electric blues guitar, soft organ – 0:00–0:25]

[verse 1 – 0:26–0:55]
We met beneath a blood-red moon,
Your lips were sweet, your touch in tune.
You pulled me close, no words were said,
Just heat and hunger in our bed.
But passion, baby, cuts both ways—
It feeds the night, then haunts the days.

[instrumental 1 – guitar solo – 0:56–1:15]

[verse 2 – 1:16–1:45]
You danced in silk, I watched in flame,
Each time you moaned, you called my name.
But I see how you turn your head,
When someone else walks by instead.
It’s fire and thrill, then doubt and sigh—
You lift me up, then make me cry.

[chorus – 1:46–2:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t make me burn and never know.
Are you mine, or just a show?
I can’t keep drowning in your glow.
Your kiss is wine, your lie is cold—
I need the truth before we’re old.

[instrumental 2 – slow organ and bluesy bends – 2:16–2:35]

[verse 3 – 2:36–3:05]
You laugh too long at strangers’ lines,
You say it's nothing, but it bites.
Your eyes still search, though I am near,
It turns my love to smoke and fear.
I try to trust, but lose the fight—
I'm chasing shadows every night.

[instrumental 3 – moody guitar + faint harmonica – 3:06–3:25]

[verse 4 – 3:26–3:55]
You say I’m yours, but still you roam,
You love the chase more than the home.
Your perfume lingers in my chest,
But so does doubt—it never rests.
I gave you all, you gave me thrill,
But baby, lust don’t pay the bill.

[bridge – 3:56–4:16]
You want the fire, not the flame,
You want the thrill without the name.
But hearts ain’t toys and nights grow cold—
Even passion can't be sold.

[instrumental 4 – long sentimental guitar solo, soft organ – 4:17–4:45]
(Weeping bends, slow and expressive…)

[chorus reprise – 4:46–5:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t leave me aching head to toe.
Are you mine, or just for show?
Tell me now—I need to know.

[instrumental outro – 5:16–5:30]
Guitar fades slowly into soft minor chord, whisper of organ in the back…


Burn Me Slow

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Forgive 
Is 
To Live 
And let live. 
The understanding 
And transparency 
With the  
Soul’s inerrancy. 
The ego’s discrepancy. 
As the universe 
Grants clemency. 
The grace 
Of dualities. 
Coherency 
While my clarity 
Looks at 
Relational 
Disparity. 
An act  
Of insincerity. 
The tendency 
Toward 
Popularity 
Becoming the route 
Of jealousy’s 
Psychotherapy. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

This bondage  
Of self 
As separation 
Is being dealt. 
From a therapist 
Or a parent 
Where love is not 
Honestly being felt 
Or 
Transparent. 
The key to 
This conundrum 
Separation 
One from 
Done from 
Affront from 
Look to 
It’s opposite. 
Acceptance 
And love from 
Not to 
Judge from. 
The agony of me 
Is the toll  
Of the false 
Perception. 
I see 
Being laid down 
In front of me. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

Forgive, and you 
Will see differently. 
This path to  
Nonduality. 
Becomes a reality. 
Grasping at 
The illusions 
Of  
money 
Property 
And prestige. 
Will not 
Control the liege. 
Freedom 
Of choice 
And joy 
To fulfill 
Not  
The projection 
Of separation 
And guilt. 
I will forgive 
And this will 
Disappear 
The removal 
Of pain 
And fear.

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Her kiss was honey... thick and slow,
But it burned like fire from the get-go.
Eyes like dusk on a heatwave night,
Told me everything... but not what’s right.

She danced like smoke on a porch light breeze,
Talked ‘bout forever like a southern tease.
I fell for the ghost of who she might be,
Now I’m drinkin' her memory... bitter and free.

Her kiss like fire, but I’d go again,
Even if it leaves me scarred like sin.
She was mercy wrapped in a hurricane —
And I loved her most when she caused me pain.
Yeah, I still feel the spark in the rain…

She left lipstick on my cigarette pack,
Now every drag pulls me right back.
A heart like hers don’t settle or stay,
Just leaves ashes where love used to lay.

I built a home from matchsticks and pine,
She lit it up with a kiss so fine.
Told myself it was fate, not mistake,
But I still taste her every breath I take.

Her kiss like fire, but I’d go again,
Even if it leaves me scarred like sin.
She was mercy wrapped in a hurricane —
And I loved her most when she caused me pain.
Yeah, I still feel the spark in the rain…

Ain’t no map for a heart this lost…
No compass when the needle’s been crossed.
I chased her shadow across that field...
And kissed the flame ‘cause it made me feel.

Her kiss… like fire…
Still burns… under my skin…
Still comes… back again…

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