Jesu / Sun Kil Moon
I woke up and I said to my love, "Good morning" I looked at the phone, there was a message about the Johnny Tapia movie Then I went to my bank and I transferred money to cover my taxes I'm still thinking of the documentary we watched last night, The Road to Las Vegas And the replay of the Floyd "Money" Mayweather / Oscar de la Hoya fight But it was a line from "The Road to Las Vegas" that played over and over in my head all night What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? I met a 19-year-old girl on the curb who said she's passionate about social injustices and femininity She asked me what I cared about I said my family, my friends, and my dentist who just had an aneurysm And I love making music, making people laugh, and making sure that my band gets paid And on the very bright side I think I love gulf coast oysters and crawfish and springtime in New Orleans Every day I walk and I see men and women walking together in harmony Every day I walk, I see people walking together in harmony At the Mayweather/Pacquiao fight, I saw men and women enjoying the night together in harmony And on my flight home, I saw men and women sitting together in harmony But the film "Road to Las Vegas", there was a broken harmony When Johnny Tapia lived la vida loca life, there was a broken harmony What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? Today someone cussed at me about wanting a rare copy vinyl If you're gonna reach out, please be original and ask me something that makes me smile That's fantastic that you're passionate about cardboard and listening to music on multi colored plastic You're a collector of rare vinyl, a total fanatic, that's completely absolutely hip, motherfucking fantastic But I'm more concerned with how I feel What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? That line in my head, it just keeps going in a ring What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? Remember the cockiness and the brashness and the elusiveness of the Prince Naseem Its cat-like instincts and that thunderous scale pump struck like lightning His walk couldn't be touched, like it was weighing my car One Halloween, one Marco Antonio Barrera torn to pieces by the strange currents that intervened The Prince derailed like nothing anyone had ever expected to see I swear to god he could have been the next lightweight southpaw, the Yemeni version of Mohammed Ali But that's the Prince now What does 'rekindle' mean? What does 'rekindle' mean? And I'm flying to New Orleans When I wake up in the morning I'm gonna walk to the bank of the Mississippi River Look at the bridge that crosses over the city of Algiers I'm gonna eat a candy apple with my girl I haven't been with Zero for years cause we can't see When I get down to the city of New Orleans I know there's gonna be lightning stormin' And water gushing down through the street And the Sun's gonna come out and shine Down on the rocks I'm gonna walk down to Pirates alley quarter And I know we're gonna see men, women, fiddles, guitars together in harmony Gonna see men, women, and children visit together in harmony
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 12, 2025
There's a little black cat with a little white splash on his neck I see him sitting on a patch of grass at the corner of Erato and Carondelet And when I pass sometimes he lays there sleeping not even the milk trucks rolling by will startle him And other times he gets up and follows me along pawing at my leg and we walk until we get to Calliope And he sees all the traffic and he stops and he's got a look on his face that says “nope” And I walk under the bridge and I give 20 dollar bills to the homeless And I go to the market pick up green cabbage and some pasta and maybe some bottled water Then I come back to my room that I keep somewhere around there not far from St. Charles There's a girl I sometimes see walking down Baronne or Carondelet I wonder if she lives around there but I've not had the courage or the stupidity to ask her yet Which is better because my life's good and I don't need the hassle or the trouble Gonna go back to my room lay down with my girl and watch the movie 'The Boy In The Plastic Bubble' And back in my room I can't find it or see it but somewhere around there There's a water fountain that runs all night And sometimes the sound of it drives me fucking crazy I swear And there's a mountain of tour dates piling up that I'm really supposed to be paying mind But sometimes I don't feel like it so I pick up my guitar and put if off to another time Sometimes at night I like to take walks through the path and the low hanging limbs at Coliseum Square There's a cafe I like on Lower Magazine and there's a guest house that used to be old infant asylum over there And a Vietnamese restaurant I like and also the famous Flying Burrito And in the summer when I walk back through the park with short sleeve shirts I get eaten up by the mosquitoes And I come back and I watch channel 99 dedicated to cleaning up New Orleans crime And I'm gonna think about that old St. Vincent infant asylum on Lower Magazine a lot of the time And I turn on the news and there's always shootings at a school or the threat of wars Somebody killed somebody's innocent people and now their gonna kill yours There's a place I walk past just a block away from Carondelet Friday Nights Boxing Gym and sometimes Me and my girlfriend we like to walk down there and gaze inside of it I watch their sloppy right hooks their awkward footwork and their clumsy lead lefts They're just getting started buy hey I gotta say I've always been envious of athletes discipline and their work ethic I used to wrestle from when I was a kid for a bit but I wasn't very good and I quit one day when I got pinned But I clowned around on a movie set later with Noah Taylor in Almost Famous and we were sparring and I caught him right smack dab on the chin That motherfucker can act and if you haven't seen him watch Vanilla Sky or Flirting or Max He played a young Hitler trying to sell his paintings to an art dealer played by John Cusack Noah chain-smoked Marlboro Reds and he had announced 'Stillwater' and yelled into the mic so loud that his throat bled We all got habits and I like chasing extras around the set and bringing them back to my trailer bed There's a lot of down time on a movie set and you gotta kill it one way or the other We go hang around Venice Beach or Tijuana or North Hollywood me and Noah we got along like brothers We used to walk around the Santa Monica Pier and eat seafood and smoke cigarettes with our girlfriends Emily and Jeannine and when I think about those summer days I get a little choked up cause I was 32 and in my prime then Noah was the closest friend on a movie set that I've ever had I hope to see him one day again but if I don't I'm just happy to have passed through this life and for a time to have befriended him The last time I saw him I played Scala in London and we walked around Hyde Park 2004 But I'm sad to say that since then I don't hear from him or his lady friend much anymore I heard he had a part in HBO's Game Of Thrones He's a bad-ass actor a secret weapon in any cast and any good movie director out there really oughta fucking know Oh man oh man, oh man oh man, oh man oh man Oh man oh man, oh man oh man, where does the time go I'm feeling down all the sudden and I don't know why and I'm running out of words so I'm gonna send my engineer home Gonna go home today lay down in my bed keep up on this bad news Baltimore news story Then I'll watch the Charlie Sheen Roast for some laughs or maybe the one with Bob Saget because they're both so fucking funny Bob took a lot of shit but in the end you gotta admit he had the best bit When he said “All you stupid motherfuckers suck my hundred million dollar dick” And Charlie Sheen I love the way he doesn't give a shit and sits there grinning And how they won't let him off about when he said “I'm fucking winning” There's a little black cat that I see sitting on the corner of Erato and Carondelet I see him sitting on a patch of grass when I come home from Rouses market He's got a cute little patch of white on his little black chest Funny how nothing bothers him not even the passers-by or the noisy milk trucks that roll in
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 12, 2025
Reading John Connolly's novel 'A Song Of Shadows' Was looking out my bay window at the stunning Golden Gate Bridge It's May 12th, 7 p.m. at night And I'm sitting here waiting for you and I don't like it that we've been in a fight I leave at the end of next week to start a tour in Paris And like always the night before I'm going to take you out to Harris' Our favorite dinner spot in the world down on Van Ness Me and my girl, my everything, my beautiful princess I'm a handful anyone would agree that's true And when I die someday everybody who knew me will have a good story or two But one thing nobody ever really knew Is just how much you mean to me and how deeply I loved you Without you my life would cave in I'd be an empty old man curled up in a bed laying there aging I'd have a girl who'd be sitting here next to me staring at her phone Shooting stupid photos of her stupid face out into this stupid world Without you my life would be a ship wreck I'd be going down to the bank depositing my royalty checks Flirting with the bank tellers behind the desk And when I'd walk out the door they'd all have a good laugh at my expense I remember my 43rd birthday you took me for steak and lobster at Poor Red's We came back and got in my hot tub up in the mountains There was a chill in the air and light snow on the ground It was the best birthday I ever had and I was so proud to have you in my life and I'd just bought the house Now it's May 16th and I'm on your couch sitting by the fireplace You're making chili in the kitchen and it smells so good and we've patched things up and now I'm feeling OK And I'm intrigued with this character a young girl named Amanda the daughter of Ruth Winter in the book 'A Song of Shadows' She's got a thing for older men no time for boys her own age And it's time to eat now so I closed the book on an airplane ticket between the 67th and 68th page And it's Saturday, 9 p.m. at night And in this moment I love you so much and everything about my life Without you I'd not have much to live for When I come home from these long trips and set my shit down on the floor I'd have a number from some girl from Singapore or Shanghai And when I'd call her she'd ask if I had Twitter or Skype and I'd lay down on my bed and I'd wanna fucking die Without you my life would be a nightmare I'd hibernate all through the winter like a big old Alaskan brown bear And I'd spend my Christmases & my birthdays all alone and way down there in the stack of books would be 'A Song Of Shadows'
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 12, 2025
It's June 13, 2015 and I'm jetlagged as hell Just walked in the door, opened my mail and there's... something from Yael The guy from Biffy Clyro says I'm one of the greatest... songwriters in the world And here's some funny rant... from some... stalker hater girl And a letter of love and kindness and affection from a fan... in Singapore Ah, what can you do? Some people love, some people hate, some of us walk tall and proud and some of us slither around in the dirt like litte garden snakes (Like little garden snakes) Nature is cruel, look at the way the vines curl and choke the, life out of trees Nature is beautiful, go out on your your front porch, smell the pines and feel the afternoon breeze (The afternoon breeze) It's June 13, just like it was... 3 years ago When, I put words down to some music written by the musical genius Jimmy Lavalle And my friend Tim had just died and everyone, was... goin' through hell But now there's a brand new June 13 and I gotta say that things are... going pretty well Todays my sister's birthday and I'm gonna call her... and I know she'll be pleased But I tired to call her but she's not answering, I just keep tryin' and she's not answering Ah there she is, my beautiful sister... and one of my best friends She wants a copy of my new CD, I'm gonna send it to her on monday and I'm gonna surprise her with... a rather large check Now I'm off to Telegraph Hill, I need to walk to get back into the right time schedule I walked through the North Beach fair, still dizzy, I felt like I was in some strange music video I went to Molinari's on Colombus and got the... Joe's Special That was Katy's favorite, I always get that one in memory of her Oh it's coming up on my... 48th summer A few nights ago I rocked the room like Elvis Presley and had them laughin' like... Richard Pryor And me and Steve went and saw the film Youth on our... day off in Milan And Pitchfork gave me a 6 that day and I said "man, what took them so long?" And me and Steve laughed and we had some salad and some red mullet, Carpaccio And I hugged him goodnight and the next morning I flew home to, beautiful San Fransico Oh it's coming up... 48th summer And I'm feeling pretty good and my girlfriend will be here at 7 for dinner and oh my godI love her... And her cat Leona she's a huge ball of fluff and I, could squish her to death Her face is so fucking cute, I swear to god... I can't even stand it And this friday night I'll be singing the 100th Anniversary of the Civic Center in San Franciso... with Chuck Prophet and Penelope Houstin and Stephanie Finch and The Kingstom Trio, and Jello Biafra And for the fuck of it I'm gonna read this nice letter from this., Singapore fan He's now the co-writer of this song, his name is Victor and he's gonna get a song writers share, 25% Dear Mark, thank you for the amazing gig you played in Melbourne in March of this year I flew from Singapore to see you and I don't know if you remember but we met outside I was weraing a Pearl Jam t-shirt and you said it was cool For me, you and Eddie are the best two vocalists and songwriters of our age Thank you for allowing us to all move to the front of the hall when you came onstage Somehow the internet gave me a back row seat but after you let us move I was right down the front I love the new record and the way you are getting more personal each and every album I think it's one for the fans, for the people that have listened to you for twenty years, not for the hipsters who only like you because of Benji I bought my family members in London four tickets for the Barbican gig this week, wanting to get as many people I know to hear you and share your music The main reason I'm writing is because of the negative press from the gig, English press are ridiculous just trying to get any controversial story they can Anyone who knows you will know you're respectful and they don't get your sense of humor Don't let it get you down, your real fans will always b here for you Please keep making the music and touring the tours, take it easy and yes please do come back to Singapore Smiley face, all the best Victor
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 12, 2025
We made love this morning and she went off to Best Buy and Bed, Bath & Beyond But I stayed in bed 'cause in my mind there was so much goin' on Chris Squire died the other night and it brought tears to my eyes 'Cause I'd just saw the Italian film Youth where his song played five or six times The love song "Onward" Chris Squire was the Starship Trooper The angelic songbird brought down by Leukemia I heard I remember spinning The Yes Album with my childhood friend Christopher Who was battling Leukemia too and losin' his hair We were in his brother's bedroom hanging out with his older brother Spinnin' "I've Seen All Good People" and "Your Move" over and over That green album and learning to play guitar became my obsession While everyone else was trapping muskrats and shooting Winchesters and Remingtons Christopher died a year later Last time I saw him we were smoking laced reefer Some crazy guy was chasing us with a baseball bat and Christopher and I just laughed A warm sunny memory a stringer full of fish It wasn't long after he was killed by a bus A divine intervention 'cause he was losing the bout and losing his voice He refused to suffer in a hospital 'cause he just wanted to live like everyone else and have fun and hang out We went to his memorial and his brother was a drunk, angry mess He was crying and kicking and out of his mind and threatening to kill us So the next morning we returned to Christopher's grave The same graveyard where he and I used to drink Bud Light all day But on went my life and I bought all the Yes albums Yeah, even the ninety-nine cent cut-out bin Tormato And I saw Yes back in Ohio, then at The Warfield in San Francisco And Jon Anderson had so much energy he was jumping around and hitting every note But when we came home my girlfriend learned it was some other guy they found on YouTube from Ontario We were pretty far back that shows you what I know Years later I got a call from director Paolo Sorrentino He loved the song "Onward", he said it was a great American ballad and I said "No, It's by Chris Squire" and shrugged like whatever and puffed his cigar And he flew me out to Switzerland and he filmed me playing the song all day long Me singing "Onward" to some extras and Michael Caine out on a lawn And for everyone out there who hasn't heard it, trust me "Onward" is a great love song I finally got to see Paolo's film on a day off in Milan The main theme of the soundtrack was that dreamy, old love song The movie was dubbed in Italian and Steve Shelley fell asleep But thank god for "Onward" because they cut all my other scenes I think of John Paul Jones and John Entwistle and the great bass players of that time But the guy who cut through like no other guy was the guy who played his Rick with a pick, Chris Squire And I laid in bed and I thought of those old albums Close to the Edge and Relayer and Going for the One and Fragile The last one Yes ever made was Heaven and Earth If heaven is real then none belong there more than Chris Squire and my long lost friend, Christopher
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025
I rehearsed today down in the bay With a bunch of singers And a string section, too Came home in the afternoon, sunk into my chair Took in the sun, thinking about what a friend said About bullshit versus more important issues The doors all started buzzing Caroline went downstairs, and a crackhead fled Two FedEx packages were ripped to shreds She filed a report and I called the building manager And let her know, and the next morning A neighbor came over And we talked it over We went to bed Turned on CNN In South Carolina Nine were shot dead The killer looks like a little boy And not a man, so tonight I can't address nothing else that's happening Friday was the show With Chuck and Steph Last night was a fight with Andre Ward And an overweight Paul Smith A piece of Smith's face went flying In the ninth round The ref stepped in, and the noise from the crowd Was so intense, cause Steph Curry was in the house And today is Father's Day Called my dad And he sounded okay Told him I was recording But that on Wednesday Gonna go pull fish from the ocean, have a cookout With Caroline in a brand new kitchen Oh, today is Father's Day Just talked with my dad And he's doing okay And his girlfriend went to lunch That's all he needs, he's eighty-one He's a simple man and full of love And I miss him a bunch Oh, today is Father's Day Called my dad, and I'm so happy That I can say That after years of struggle He's one of my best friends No matter what his faults I will always love that man And it's Tuesday And I'm dueting with Rachel She's penned down, and so is Neil, and so is Justin Maybe they're on to something What is next? And when will I face death? Do I want kids? We both think "no" But I hear them laughing on the playground at school And I think about life With all its pain and hurdles I still love lily pads at the top of the pond And the painted turtles And I love Cat Stevens And Neil Young's songs And I love Owen Ashworth's music When we're driving along And I think about life With all its spewing venom And I still love playing, that's getting up On stage and entertaining I look to the sky And all of its beautiful shades of blue And I'm so happy to pass through these places That have led me to you Will I ever hear people say Happy Father's Day Will I ever hear people say Happy Father's Day Got the money, got the space Got the right girl, everything's in place Will there ever be our kid out there On the playground, laughing and playing For half of my life That playground Has been my Very favorite sound They wake me in the morning Then in the afternoon I write music to the sound of them During their after school programs in my living room This morning, my world Was so strange and quiet Walked on the marina for exercise I've been trying to maintain some kind of diet My sister said my father's Skin is getting dry, that his hands are black and blue Like my grandfather's was When I was five I'm going to meet Caroline Down the road for Chinese We'll go to the new hospital over there And the cat still sleeps at the fish market across the street And here we are, back in my room Watching a movie on TV And I'm looking for the picture of my sister's kids in a garden And it's gotten me thinking
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 12, 2025
Once met a girl from Roanoke, Virginia Her eyes were green, her hair was red, she was 24 and I was 19 and we'd fuck like bunnies all day on her waterbed We listened to Hüsker Dü's 'Candy Apple Grey' and 'Warehouse Songs & Stories' so many times that my ears bled We listened to Lou Reed's 'Berlin', I loved the sadness and the starkness of 'Caroline Says' and especially 'The Kids' Sometimes her and I we'd have a lot of fun and sometimes we'd fight She had a son, he was 4, one time they dropped me off at a Greyhound bus station in the middle of the night And I sat there all night waiting for the bus Knowing it was finally the end of us It took me years to see where I was wrong I didn't have any money back then and she got tired of carrying me along But we kept in touch and one day in Philadelphia She came to a show of mine and we went back to her apartment together Her son was taller than me and he was sitting there at his computer And the next morning we met up at a Jewish deli with some friends of hers And I don't believe that I've ever seen her since then But up in Vancouver I did meet Lou Reed I told him how much that I loved 'Berlin' And he said “And who are you?” And I also met Bob Mould from Hüsker Dü at an Austin airport on my way home And he said my version of 'Celebrated Summer' was on this phone It's funny where life takes you And all the adventures that we go through And who we meet along the way The things that catch our eyes that make us think of yesterday It's crazy where life takes you And all the music that we hear that reminds us of the friends and lovers we knew And as we get older every corner we turn There's still new things that open our eyes and things to learn There's bittersweet and love and sadness There's uplift in the air and there's insanity and madness Gonna read some poems by some street kids in Argentina Gonna walk through the Lower Ninth Ward and think of Hurricane Katrina I remember walking around those streets before the houses got washed away It's hard for me to walk around this world and not think about yesterday When I walk through the Broadway Tunnel I think of a shitty fight That I had with an ex-girlfriend before I jumped on a flight And flew like a bat out of hell out to Tennessee Where a girl in a house in the country took me in and rescued me And we came back late from Donuts and a deer's head was laying in the driveway An ex-boyfriend of hers was trying to send me a message like “stay the fuck out of my way!” But I have nice memories of that house listening to NPR and drinking tea But her puppy Sally was shot and killed when she went onto to somebody else's property Some memories are happy and some are sad I take the bad with the good and am grateful for what I have And walking from my place to my girlfriend's on Russian Hill I get overwhelmed with memories of the Broadway Tunnel This life of beautiful animals and people This life of so much art and poetry I walk down the street and I'm still inspired By everything I see This life of many rivers, seas and lakes and oceans This life of many landscapes This life of so much warm sunshine This life of so many storms and so much pouring rain I walk past the restaurant I used to go for Chinese I knew the twin waitresses there, Mindy and Muriel, since they were both 15 I saw them both grow up and have children and I saw them turn 40 Now the place is all boarded up with plywood and I miss the wonton soup there like crazy The grocery store where I used to go that played music from the 60's Got taken over by the Google kids from Silicon Valley But I won't let it run me out and I won't let it faze me This city has always been and will always be an inspiration Friends come and go, the world continues to spin Don't know that I'll ever hear from that girl from Virginia Or that I'll ever see Mindy and Muriel But I hope someday that when I die it's near that Broadway Tunnel Walking by your side around Russian or Telegraph Hill
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 12, 2025
On the road from Perugia to Vasto Someone read some USA news off their phone Three killed in Lafayette, Louisiana in a movie theater Another fucked up day in America And we looked off to the left at the Adriatic Sea And with us the Sonic Youth's first record and Bob Marley And Tenacious D's "The Pick of Destiny" Beautiful hotel last night and my room looked over the pool And I say "Good morning" around 11 AM to Marsha and Neil And now it's late at night in Vasto and from my hotel I hear cars along the highway and some noise from down below An Italian wedding, it won't go away It's like a sauna here, we took a cold jacuzzi And no airports today, these last few drives have been beautiful Fields of sunflowers along the way I picked some Roma tomatoes from a farmer's garden I ate them in the van and invited a child up on stage And I sang while I held her little hand Told her to quit eating sweets, that they were bad for her teeth Took the gum from her hand and put a piece in my mouth and it was really sweet And I invited some guys up on stage cause they had ants in their pants And "This is My First Day and I'm Indian and I Work at a Gas Station" And they danced and they danced We played "The Weeping Song" for Nick Cave and his family The passing of his son has been a daily thing on my mind Since arriving at Heathrow and my guitarist had told me Now the cars keep blowing down the highway And the guys are out at the festival, watching James Blake But I got a ride back, I would've stuck around if I was still 28 But I'm older now and I can't handle being out that late And that's an account of my last few days And oh yeah, I saw a skinny black cat by the sea and I called for him and he dashed away That's an account of my last few days And Marsha took photos of us by the sea and we laughed and then we played That's an account of my last few days And I made the promoter put the barricades closer to the stage And that's an account of my last few days And I've been doing 40 push-ups and 150 sit-ups every single day And that's an account of my last few days And we ate cheese pizza late at night in a wine cellar And we got in our van and we drove away Today we all had a nice dinner with our driver Francesco I asked him how many cups of coffee he drinks a day And he said "Many many many many cappuccinos" And a group of fans came into the restaurant and their eyes popped out of their heads I asked them to join us and we all shook their hands They sat down at the same time, they all said "Wow" And the waiter explained every type of pasta the restaurant had in great detail One looked like a bowtie and one looked like a wheel We all had a nice dinner, me, the band, the fans, and Marsha and Neil And we all went out to the sea, a rare day off for the band and me And I went so far out that I could no longer feel the sand under my feet And I dove down and I touched the bottom and I swam back to the shore Soaked up the sun and came back to the hotel room red as a lobster There were a ton of emails, mostly business but there was one that really touched me That was forwarded to me by Robert, my publicist From a girl named Tanya, okay I'm gonna read it here in just a minute "Hi Robert, this is just a thank-you note to Sun Kil Moon after a truly memorable gig in Manchester. I'm hoping you can pass it on. I've never done this before, written a letter to people who I admire before. But having seen you play at the RNC in Manchester last week, I really just want to say thank you. I've loved the sound of your voice, Mark, since the mid-90's. When I first heard 'Grace Cathedral Park' at 17, it really hit me. The tone of your voice, the sadness of your lyrics, and it felt real and honest. Whilst I suppose I've dipped in and out of your music as people tend to do, but the recent years of Sun Kil Moon have pulled me right back in and my car journeys are usually accompanied by one or another of your albums. I've always wanted to see you play live, but I've always heard too late about the few gigs you've played near me, so the Manchester gig was a big deal for me, a type of 'one day I'll get to hear' thoughts you have and hope will happen. I've seen so many of my musical loves in the last 30 years, and you were one of the few outstanding but one of the most important. I also got to share it with my husband, and my baby growing inside of me reacted with lots of kicks and movement, which made it even more personal for me. When I close my eyes at the concert and listen, it's not so much that it took me back, as the music has moved on and is even more honest and raw, I suppose. But your voice was undoubtedly the same, no gimmicks, just the tone which hasn't changed over the years. It was beautiful. That is, the harmonies with the band, the atmospheres you all created, and how it just felt so special throughout. So I just want to say thank you all. It touched my soul and inspired me, as only good music can do. I'm sure you get lots of these messages and they lose their significance for you over time, and if so that's fine. Natural, even. I guess as the years have passed. But in case it lifts your spirits or gives you any form of pride in what you've collectively achieved, I wanted you to know. Thank you -Tanya from Sheffield, England."
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025
Showed up to Heathrow today For the 2000th time Got in my taxi and I learned Nick Cave's son died The news hit me like a bus into a hill Cause once at the K-west hotel, I met him and his son, they were standing across the hall I mentioned to him how we both played Hultsfred in 1997 I don't believe in God, but sometimes I hope there's Heaven The bad news hurt to hear, and it hurts to repeat, it's just sad news and I'm sorry to even speak it I was on my way home from Perth this past March Virgin airlines, row 23, and I watched '20,000 Days on Earth' and it inspired me I'm very much me And Nick Cave is very much 'He' But we're the same in that we're both songwriters and we don't stop moving- we're like waves in the sea I remember seeing 'Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth' He spoke about the passing of his daughter Exodus, and how he joined "The Bereaved Parents Group." He knew when he arrived at her bed That he was not alone Because the parents of the other children embraced him And they cried in the hospital And I remembered when Danielle Steel Lost her son at only 19 years old to an overdose on heroin And on his bedroom window Still remains the sticker he put there of The Misfits Every time I walk past her home on Washington St. I look up and I glance at it For all bereaved parents- I send you my love Parents survive their children Its a pain very few know of My cousin Carissa's My friends Chris's, Brett's, and Dennis's And my ex-girlfriend Katy's mom and dad All became apart of the family of bereaved parents And when my father was young He lost his older brother Lenny His mom and dad joined the bereaved parents group My dad looks down on the ground and gets quiet whenever I mention his name When my little second cousin Carissa died My mother called me, it had been so long since I'd heard that certain cry Not since the day she divorced my father But they're friendly now so with that story I'd rather not bother. But I flew out there and we gathered in the living room We all shared stories of a person of whom different amounts of depth we knew The coffee table was filled with prescription drugs Carissa's puppy laid at my feet and I gave Carissa's mom a hug And she sat motionless as if there was no air She was in a world of her own in that chair She was the one who gave birth to Carissa and raised her- All we could do for her was be there It's been two years and I know that for her some days are better, but the loss of a child has to be the hardest thing to bare The loss of a child is something no parent is prepared The loss of a child is simply unfair For all bereaved parents- I send you my love And parents outlive their children is the cruelest cut For all bereaved parents- I know that I don't know, but the pain has to be the worst nightmare of it all For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I sent you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love
Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 12, 2025
August 31, 2015, 2:36 PM Woke up at 11:30 AM to a ton of emails A friend from Ohio went to a funeral Over the weekend, he's got another one to go to On Wednesday The restaurant business plus a piece of ambient music From Justin, but I haven't listened to it yet Dropped some film off to be developed that I'm hoping Could be right for Jesu/Sun Kil Moon album art I was planning on walking down to the Marina When I overheard someone say the word: "Creole" With the power of suggestion, I walked the opposite way down the port To Brandon's, where I had a bowl of gumbo The waitress working there saw my iced tea cup She said, "Oh I work there" I said, "Really? I've never seen you there before" She said, "I work from 6AM to 10:30AM" And I said, "Oh, I don't even wake up until 11" On my way back, I saw this crackhead-looking guy walking his dog. The dog's hind legs were supported by this little wheelchair-type thing, and he was wearing this tiny little diaper. The guy was walking the dog pretty fast, and it concerned me a little, and I thought about saying something, but the dog's face looked happy enough. At some point, the crackhead guy picked the dog up, wheelchair and all, and they gave each other a kiss. I could tell that the only thing they had in the world was each other, and it was really touching. My mind jumped to that horrible scene in Midnight Express where the cat, the pet who belongs to the prisoner played by John Hurt, was hung by prison guards Then I looked down, and I was in the sunny spot on the road, and it felt really warm, and I looked up and I saw my friend Roger's old apartment. He moved to Portland years ago and got married. He and I used to go fishing up at Point Reyes, and Bolinas or Stinson Beach. We'd bring fish back, and I'd clean the fish, and Katy would cook them up, and his girlfriend would come over and the four of us would watch boxing matches or movies or whatever. I thought of Katy, as I do several times a day. Then I went into a corner market, and bought some oranges and yogurt and water. I came back to more emails, and I'll listen to Justin's piece of music soon. Then I'm gonna restring my nylon string guitar, read a chapter in John Conway's book, and see Caroline tonight for dinner Beautiful You. (x7) Septemer 2, 4:45 PM In my green chair, listening to the kids on the playground I had the most beautiful day yesterday with Caroline I went for a walk through the Marina, Fisherman's Wharf And for the very first time in 28 years of living in San Francisco I swam in the San Francisco bay. The water is always too cold, and the thought of swimming in it has never crossed my mind, but I saw three people out there in bathing suits, not wetsuits like you see all the time. It was a rare sight. So I walked through the sand at aquatic park and touched the water. It felt almost lukewarm, and I couldn't believe it. I said, "Fuck it," and I stripped down to my underwear and started walking out into the water, like that guy in Coming Home, you know, at the end? Caroline was smiling really big and she said, "You're really going out there?" When I got about knee-deep into the water, it wasn't as warm as I thought. I kept inching my way out there, a little at a time, until a wave came and hit me in the balls. Once your balls are freezing, that's all that matters; the rest of your body can handle that same amount of cold. So I dove in and went out to where my feet couldn't touch the bottom. I swam around a little, came back, sat in the sun, looking out at the boats with Caroline, and I warmed up a little. I shook as much sand as I could out of my clothes and got dressed. It felt so refreshing to go out into that water. I came back to my apartment. It was nice taking my clothes off and seeing some sand fall onto the floor: a nice souvenir from a beautiful day Caroline cooked dinner and I flipped through the new movies on On-Demand And I stumbled upon The Stanford Prison Experiment I saw that an old cast member, Billy Crudup, was in it I hadn't seen him in anything for a while, so we watched it I gotta say this was definitely one of his best But Caroline and I were both pretty tense as we watched it The guy playing the Cool Hand Luke-style prison guard was enjoying himself a little too much But the tension finally eased when the movie ended on Day 6 of what was set out to be a 14-day experiment And after that, I stayed up pretty late, booking hotels for my East Coast tour next month Some flights as well But today has been spent paying bills and trying to figure out an acoustic version of "This Is My First Day And I'm Indian And I Work At A Gas Station," for a tour that starts in Israel this month. I leave on the 6th. The chord changes are very weird in this song, and it requires a lot of bar chords involving all six strings using my index finger, which isn't easy, considering how long this song is. It's 4:58 PM, I can still hear the kids on the playground. I'm meeting Caroline tonight for dinner, and the world and everything in it is a beautiful place September 2, 9:34 PM Just back from dinner with Caroline, and opened my mail It was a letter and a photo from an ex-girlfriend who I haven't heard from in over a year She's days away from having a baby, I thought of our time together back then And how far she's come I remember her desk was very close to where I'm sitting now Where she did her homework and was studying to be a child Psychologist, and I remember the summer when her mother passed There's never a summer that goes by that I don't think about that The times we spent in Santa Cruz hospitals, in Los Gatos I wrote her back and told her how happy it made me feel to see the photo That I send her my love, and that I'll be back in touch after I'm home from my next tour at the end of the month, when she's a mother Caroline wants to watch Cool Hand Luke tonight, because I mentioned to her how the guard in The Stanford Prison Experiment was using the same southern accent and lines that were used by the guard in Cool Hand Luke, starring Paul Newman. She's never seen it, and I haven't seen it for probably twenty years. She just told me that she ordered it, that it was released in 1967, and I didn't realize that before. I was born that year, so I'll be paying attention to the movie more than I ever have tonight, knowing that detail September 3rd, 8:32 PM Just back from Mexican food with Caroline Today was a lot of errands, and we walked through the marina I picked up the photos for the Jesu/Sun Kil Moon album art Bumped into my friend, Melody, on the street, whose coffee shop Has recently been closed, and we talked for awhile on the corner Right in front of the market where I've been buying groceries for over a quarter... Of a century. It's all boarded up with plywood now. We talked about all of our many friends who have left the city due to all the new developments. At the end of the conversation, she said, "Mark, whatever you do, please don't leave." I said, "I'm not going anywhere." I got back to my apartment, and I finally had a chance to listen to this ambient piece of music that Justin sent me, and it's beautiful. I'm gonna add vocals to it on Saturday, the day before I leave for Israel. I just went over the chords of "This Is My First Day And I'm Indian" again, and it's still tricky, but I'm getting it. An old Sun Kil Moon song called, "You Are My Sun" is gonna play on TV today, a show called Mistresses, and Caroline wants to watch it. She's in bed, the cat's on her lap, and she just told me that it's on in a minute September 3rd, 11:46PM We watched the TV show, Mistresses, and the song played early and after it was over We changed it To Dateline Thursday Murder Mystery Hosted by Keith Morrison on Channel 3 The cat is sleeping on her lap And hey, I'm 48, and I'm healthy and happy, and both my mom and dad Are still alive, and I can see the bridge twinkling like gold out my window I look up and Jimmy Fallon's face is on TV, and just like Billy Crudup or Anna Paquin or Jason Lee Every time I see them on TV it reminds me of when I was 32 Everything I had been through has led me to this beautiful piece of music that I'm listening to While I'm laying in bed next to Beautiful You
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025