Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sally, artist - Jesu. Album song Jesu/Sun Kil Moon, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Record label: Caldo Verde, Rough Trade
Song language: English
Sally |
Once I 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 |