Cloudless Innocence Songtext
von Sun Kil Moon
Cloudless Innocence Songtext
My dad turned 87 yesterday
His sister would′ve turned 83 on Monday
I gave him a call, gave him my condolences and told him happy birthday
And I could hear it in his voice that he had the blues
Damn if I was the only one left standing of nine siblings
I'd have the blues too
And we talked a while, as always
Through his blues I could hear his uplifted spirit
Don′t know how he manages to shine so bright but he made it to 87
So he must be doing something right
I talked to my cousin yesterday from about one to two
We talked about the old days
And of course we talked about her mom passing away too
We talked about the new days and how far we've come
From being little kids playing out on Navarre Ohio lawn
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Oh my god, what a year it's been
I′ve lost three friends and one of those friends was a relative
To a bug that I was skeptical of, back in March
But when you lose loved ones to that bug, you know it ain′t no fuss
And I spent all day in bed, trying to decompress
To give that high pitched tinnitus ringing in my ears a rest
To not look at a computer glowing, or a phone all day
And to bask in the digital-less-ness
I read three chapters of John Connolly's The Dirty South
Takes place in small town Arkansas
Black women are being found dead and
Charlie Parker′s at the local jail, trying to figure it out
Thanksgiving is approaching
On the cement sidewalk, small traces of fallen leaves are encroaching
And it gives me comfort to know I'll be spending Thanksgiving with you
And your family in Telegraph Hill
I′ll be around for the holidays this year just like Jimmy Stewart
Last Thanksgiving we spent together was years ago in Reykjavík
It was so dark and cold that in the hotel, we stayed and never left
Looking back, that time was like a dream
I was playing to a full house, playing my guitar and singing
I miss my mom and dad, but word has it, it ain't time to travel
Numbers spiking in Ohio, best to stick around in San Francisco
We can get on the phone and we can laugh and cry
We can laugh about Panera Bread adventures and cry about Aunt Mimi
Who less than a week ago died
I got a flu shot today and had a nice talk with the bank teller
About her year and how it′s turned out for her family and her
We talked about gratitude, she said
"Mark with things being so grim you seem to have a good attitude"
I said "You never heard that song PMA by the Bad Brains?"
She said "Who? What are the Bad Brains?"
I said "Ah, they were this punk band with a song called PMA
It means positive mental attitude
Theres a documentary about them, it's called—"
Then she interrupted me and said "Have a nice day Mark"
I'm grateful to my friends
Who′ve gotten on the phone with me and talked with me
And to those of them who took the time out
To tell me that they love me
We all agree it′s been a rough year, but I've gotten to know
Some people better this year
Than I have in the last 20 years or so
People start opening up when the world is full of chaos and fear
And us songbirds don′t fall under what constitutes as necessity
WWE will be back in full swing before live music and that's a pity
And yeah, somehow I got gratitude
From my health, for the roof over my head, and you
My mom and dad are still living
And I got music, so therapeutic and soul-nurturing
And each day I can hear my higher powers
Foghorns blowing, birds chirping, kids playing
The wind′s blowing the tree with pink flowers
I look outside and I see other higher powers
Succulents thrive in the wet parking from last night's rain shower
The seagulls fly from my fire escape toward the warf
The blue sky that fades into creamy blue-gold
As the sun sets
I feel like a speck of dust in light of all of it
I feel invisible and at peace, and I embrace all the small things
The soggy wet leaves contrasting with
The cold, crispy, northern California breeze
And I remember being a kid, and the first songs I ever sung
"Comes a Time" and "Sugar Mountain" by Niel Young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
His sister would′ve turned 83 on Monday
I gave him a call, gave him my condolences and told him happy birthday
And I could hear it in his voice that he had the blues
Damn if I was the only one left standing of nine siblings
I'd have the blues too
And we talked a while, as always
Through his blues I could hear his uplifted spirit
Don′t know how he manages to shine so bright but he made it to 87
So he must be doing something right
I talked to my cousin yesterday from about one to two
We talked about the old days
And of course we talked about her mom passing away too
We talked about the new days and how far we've come
From being little kids playing out on Navarre Ohio lawn
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Oh my god, what a year it's been
I′ve lost three friends and one of those friends was a relative
To a bug that I was skeptical of, back in March
But when you lose loved ones to that bug, you know it ain′t no fuss
And I spent all day in bed, trying to decompress
To give that high pitched tinnitus ringing in my ears a rest
To not look at a computer glowing, or a phone all day
And to bask in the digital-less-ness
I read three chapters of John Connolly's The Dirty South
Takes place in small town Arkansas
Black women are being found dead and
Charlie Parker′s at the local jail, trying to figure it out
Thanksgiving is approaching
On the cement sidewalk, small traces of fallen leaves are encroaching
And it gives me comfort to know I'll be spending Thanksgiving with you
And your family in Telegraph Hill
I′ll be around for the holidays this year just like Jimmy Stewart
Last Thanksgiving we spent together was years ago in Reykjavík
It was so dark and cold that in the hotel, we stayed and never left
Looking back, that time was like a dream
I was playing to a full house, playing my guitar and singing
I miss my mom and dad, but word has it, it ain't time to travel
Numbers spiking in Ohio, best to stick around in San Francisco
We can get on the phone and we can laugh and cry
We can laugh about Panera Bread adventures and cry about Aunt Mimi
Who less than a week ago died
I got a flu shot today and had a nice talk with the bank teller
About her year and how it′s turned out for her family and her
We talked about gratitude, she said
"Mark with things being so grim you seem to have a good attitude"
I said "You never heard that song PMA by the Bad Brains?"
She said "Who? What are the Bad Brains?"
I said "Ah, they were this punk band with a song called PMA
It means positive mental attitude
Theres a documentary about them, it's called—"
Then she interrupted me and said "Have a nice day Mark"
I'm grateful to my friends
Who′ve gotten on the phone with me and talked with me
And to those of them who took the time out
To tell me that they love me
We all agree it′s been a rough year, but I've gotten to know
Some people better this year
Than I have in the last 20 years or so
People start opening up when the world is full of chaos and fear
And us songbirds don′t fall under what constitutes as necessity
WWE will be back in full swing before live music and that's a pity
And yeah, somehow I got gratitude
From my health, for the roof over my head, and you
My mom and dad are still living
And I got music, so therapeutic and soul-nurturing
And each day I can hear my higher powers
Foghorns blowing, birds chirping, kids playing
The wind′s blowing the tree with pink flowers
I look outside and I see other higher powers
Succulents thrive in the wet parking from last night's rain shower
The seagulls fly from my fire escape toward the warf
The blue sky that fades into creamy blue-gold
As the sun sets
I feel like a speck of dust in light of all of it
I feel invisible and at peace, and I embrace all the small things
The soggy wet leaves contrasting with
The cold, crispy, northern California breeze
And I remember being a kid, and the first songs I ever sung
"Comes a Time" and "Sugar Mountain" by Niel Young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Cloudless innocences, wasted on the young
Writer(s): Mark Edward Kozelek Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
