Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Nostalgia, artist - Mark Kozelek. Album song Mark Kozelek, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
Good Nostalgia |
Last night we had Thanksgiving, first week of December |
Wasn’t until the first that I got home from tour |
The turkey wasn’t ready until 9 PM or so |
And I ate so much, I just laid on the couch to a tryptophan coma |
The wind was still outside, the smell of turkey |
And the sound of the wind, the cold temperature |
Made me think of the The Shining |
We almost watched it but I said, «Let's wait until Christmas time» |
On Christmas, I religiously watch The Shining |
Good nostalgia, I believe it’s called |
It makes me go back in time, makes me feel warm inside |
But I’ve not been in the mood |
To watch much of anything since I’ve been home |
Except the Black Sabbath documentary that I fell asleep to |
There’s been so much, so much, so much on my mind |
My brain is still foggy with jet lag and I’ve not unpacked my bags |
Looking at them makes me think of the recent past |
Opening my luggage makes me think of the tours |
The airplanes, the dirty socks, the dirty T-shirts, and the ironing |
But it also makes me think of the shows |
That were sometimes spellbinding and other times soul-crushing |
But they all blew together |
Were they dreams or did they actually happen? |
For three hours I’m heaven, I’m heaven or I’m in hell |
And everyone’s on trains and it’s over |
And I’m so happy to finally come home to you |
To your love and your body and your warm heart |
I wake up every two hours and think |
«Where am I? |
What country is this? |
What city am I in? |
Is this Paris? |
Is this Madrid? |
Or London, or Dublin, or Rome? |
This hotel room looks so big,» I think, «Where is the bathroom?» |
I stumble around and touching the walls, then I awaken |
Just a tad more realized I’m home |
And the December air is so cold |
I get back into bed and lay next to your warm beautiful body |
I don’t want to grow old |
When I’m bed with you is when I’m most happy |
And when you leave for work in the morning |
I get separation anxiety |
When you’re beside me, you always calm me |
You hear me out on all my worries |
You help me make sense of everything |
My God, last night on December 4th |
You cooked me a turkey with mashed potatoes and stuffing |
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you |