Lyrics I Cried During Wall Street - Mark Kozelek

I Cried During Wall Street

Tonight I’m turning in pretty beat
Getting notices that my flight to San Francisco might be canceled
From New Orleans due to unusual cold weather in the southeast
There was a light rain coming down as I walked down
Pretending tonight that air never felt so chilly
If my flight is canceled tonight I hope I get to stay another day
I hope to see my favorite three New Orleans strays
Biscuit and Creampuff and Angryface
I saw Angryface today and my gosh she came toward me
From the porch of an unusually fast pace
Angryface came toward me from the porch
Of the house who gives her scraps
And I let her warm up to me
She kept rubbing her short-haired gray body against my black jeans
I said, «Goodbye, see you the next time I’m in New Orleans»
And I went to the cafe across from the Guest House like I do every day
And I walked back and I saw Creampuff
Drag a flattened Popeye’s box across the parking lot
I told her when I leave tomorrow, I’m gonna miss her a lot
And I told her to give Biscuit a kiss for me
I’m gonna miss that little Biscuit, I’m sad I didn’t get to see her today
I took a hot tub today in the sauna and hit the punching bag at the gym
To sweat out the crud that’s been building up in my system
From the gumbo and the dirty rice and the turtle soup
The rich food down here that I’m addicted to
And as I got out of the hot tub, the air was so cold
I thought about getting back home and making love to you
And when I went to bed, I turned on the TV
And I cried during the middle of Wall Street
The touching bedside scene with Martin and his son Charlie Sheen
When Martin had a heart attack and they were both sitting there crying
And Charlie said, «I know I never told you this before dad, but I love you»
Yeah I love my dad, yeah I love my dad
And that scene in Wall Street touched on my worst fear
The thought of losing my dad
I fear that day that I’m beside him crying next to his hospital bed
Don’t know what regrets I’ll have
But I know that «I love you» cannot be said enough times
Yeah, I told my dad I loved him so many times
And I dread the «I love you» that will be the final time
I already don’t like goodbyes, I don’t like goodbyes
Like the ones that I have to say to my love, Caroline
Even when I know that I’m gonna see her in two to three weeks' time
Yeah I hate goodbyes, yeah I hate goodbyes
I even hated saying goodbye to the angry face cat
With those hungry black eyes
Then it was 1 AM and I thought
«Hey, damn if it isn’t Muhammad Ali’s birthday»
January 17th, they light up the street from my home
It’s where he eventually lost to Spinks at the Superdome
Then I watched Faisal Arrimi throwing bobs at Junior Maximus
On my television set, filmed in Africa
Arrimi did well but lost his title to Junior Maximus
Then I read a little more about the working boy, Ignatius
And his obsession to improve social injustices
At his place of work, Levy Pants
I related to Ignatius' obsessiveness
Some will call this a song, some will call this a rant
And those who call you crazy
For being focused and getting all projects done
Maybe they’re just jealous of your genius
And are part of the confederacy of dunces
Some eat popcorn to the downfall of TV celebrities
If that’s what you choose to luxuriate in
That’s your soap opera baby, not me
Then I put the book down
Thinking my limbo in New Orleans has ended
It’s time to go back home and play a concert
And face my 2017 expenses
Woke up this morning and dusted and vacuumed
And rolled up my old Asian rug
That’s the most expensive thing in my home
And I don’t want it destroyed by no Gulf Coast flood
Then I walked out into the street
And said, «Fuck, hey what do you know»
Right below that palm tree on Martin Luther King is a patch of snow
Patches of snow all up and down the trolley line
Called my girlfriend, said, «Is my flight leaving?»
She said, «Yeah, I looked it up, it’s leaving and on time»
I’m on United Airlines, seat 10D
A middle-aged man in a sweatsuit
Is playing video games like a little kid, beside me
And I’m reading more about Ignatius
He’s at work, holding up a banner and building crosses
And people are thinking he’s an artist
I like reading about the life and times of the working boy Ignatius
Just closed the book right now because I’m tired on Chapter 7
And here’s where the words for my new album had just ended
January 17th, 2018, United Airlines, seat 10D
Can’t wait to see you baby, can’t wait to see you baby