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Lyrics
Well he slides through the garden, rain or shine,
Takin' every minute like a vintage wine.
With a shell on his back and a glimmer in his trail,
You can set your watch to the Hourly Snail.
[Verse 2]
Never in a hurry, he’s cool and composed,
Jazz in his soul and his eyes half-closed.
He don’t need a clock, he just feels the scale,
Movin' to the rhythm like an old jazz tale.
[Chorus]
Ohh, Hourly Snail, you’re takin' your time,
Groovin’ through life like a brushed drum line.
While the world speeds up, you just inhale—
Exhale... swing slow, Hourly Snail.
[Bridge]
He don’t chase the bus, don’t race the sun,
He just hums a tune and lets life run.
When the moon comes up, he’s still on the trail,
Dancin’ with the stars, that Hourly Snail.
[Saxophone Solo] 🎷 (laid-back and smooth)
[Verse 3]
He’s the king of the moss, the poet of dew,
With a pocket of jazz and a shell tattoo.
And if you ask why he’s never frail,
He’ll say, “Time’s just a number to the Hourly Snail.”
[Chorus – Repeat & Fade]
Ohh, Hourly Snail, you’re takin' your time,
Groovin’ through life like a brushed drum line.
While the world speeds up, you just inhale—
Exhale... swing slow, Hourly Snail...
(Yeah, swing slow... Hourly Snail...)
Details
GeneratedAug 11, 2025
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
jazz
Credits
Prompt by
DEAD_MAN
DEAD_MANModelAria v4
