Sun Kil Moon

Arrived in Helsinki, tired and sticky My body hit the bed, I almost fell dead Got to the venue, they ink-stamped my wrist, waitress asked me Mark... Need a white fish Got up on the stage, the sound it was ok But I struggled like a marlin on an unluck

I can live with the sky falling out from above I can live with your scorn, your sourness, your smug I can live growing old alone if push comes to shove But I can't live without my mother's love I can live flying round at an impossible pace I can live

Smile down on us sun, show your rays When things come undone All animals lead, us to light When we can't see Stars, saturn and moon, glow for those Who cannot get through Rain fall and voice sound for those of whom Still are not found Gentle moon, fi

I came out from under her warm sheets Into the brisk late October If only for one last hope I wanted my time with you to be over I'm staring up into the sky While all the raining is pouring down I'm reaching out for your help But evil beings hold me

The ancient streets so crowded and narrow The winding stairs climb up, up high The air tonight hangs sour and heavy I'm dying up here love, lie with me lie The view electrical and sprawling The city lights move out and on and on Out there in the halo

Her eyes could have only been born of this ocean Delph blue, longing and weepy, they want me so much to want you All wrapped up beside you and winded after you've taken me My mind's roaming free, dozing, dazing, drifting out of this evening With a ve

Oh Carissa, when I first saw you, you were a lovely child And the last time I saw you, you were fifteen and pregnant and running wild I remember wondering, could there be a light at the end of your tunnel? But I left Ohio then and had pretty much for

sorry that i could never love you back i could never care enough in these last days her tears fell on her pages found me out on her words i don't know what to do or say wading through warm canals and pools clear blue Tuscarawas flow into the great la

Her window looked out on North Church Street An attic space overgrown A photo-book of smiling friends Road maps, New York, Los Angeles Her walls are Mediterranean blue Her baby sister picked the hue Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore Blue like the fingern

Your simple song, a small creation Always needing validation Your pouty face, your great photos Without them baby, who would notice? We met once, we were ___, back stage in dallas Got your phone number, what a good kisser I left her for Tampa, and I

Spent the day with my dad and his old friend, Jim Wise. He's on house arrest and he sits around inside. We brought him food from Panera Bread, The snoring sun rolled out of bed. He talked about his ninety Corvette, His warehouse job, and his knee rep

You are my light Dark cities, you fill the loss Of the day You are my love Radiant and pretty, over seas You find ways of bringing hope The lonely hours, gloom of night Empty mornings You are a stem, of wild flowers Rollin' hills, 'round the bay You

no this is not my guitar i'm bringing it to a friend and no i don't sing i'm only humming along up here in the air i'm just mumbling at the clouds wanting to be known while i pass the lonely hours i came down from the moon i saw you in the rain laugh

A pillow lays on cold cement A blanket by a broken vent She's there a while And then she's gone I'm away for weeks Arrive at night She hears my steps Turns off the light and runs No mind at all, more space than I need It's just me among the weeds Amo

Foghorns blowing, all day sirens, Long trip, still unwinding. Had trouble getting out of bed, Basked in the grey of fog instead. Phone rang, sun ain't shining, City I live, uphill and trying. Walked 'round the corner, Kid said "What the zing, that bi

I watched the film 'The Song Remains the Same' At the midnight movies when I was a kid At a Canton, Ohio mall with friends One warm summer weekend Jimmy Page stood tall on screen I was mesmerized by everything The Peter Grant and John Paul Jones drea

I woke up this morning, August 3rd It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe Went to New Orleans and went to see my family Woke up this morning and it occurred I needed one more track to finish up my record I wa

Don't cry my love don't cry no more A crashing sky a rolling screen A city drowning Gods black tears I cannot bear to see She lay under the midnight moon Her restless body stiring Until the magic morning hour Like poison it succumbs her Her baby skin

It was backstage in Moscow late one night We shared a cigarette, a kiss goodbye Her name was Cayenne, so young and soft Her hands trembled badly, her eyes trailed off To bottles and objects around the room My backup guitar, a tray of food We didn't h