Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live in Chicago, artist - Mark Kozelek. Album song Mark Kozelek, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
Live in Chicago |
Walked down Orange Avenue past a pizza shop |
Walked down Magnolia Avenue past a couch and the Wawa trucks |
Walked down Colonial past the 7-Elevens and the tattoo shops |
Sunday morning downtown Orlando |
Got into my taxi, he’s listening to Cardi B |
Got into my taxi, it’s raining outside and it’s muggy |
The air conditioning cracking and irritating my throat |
Step back into the humidity, the air makes me choke |
The show in Florida that night felt really good |
Ben played piano beautifully and his drum machine went thoomp-thoomp-thoomp |
My singing was stellar and the crowd was swooning to my croon |
We played «Needles Disney» and the crowd lit up |
That song got the loudest cheering |
But when we played a song for the victims of the Orlando shooting |
The room was quiet and I felt uncomfortable singing it |
And for reminding them of the tragedy |
Of what went so horribly wrong down there |
But it went okay, I just wanted them to know that I cared |
Afterwards, we drove past the Pulse nightclub |
In the northern direction of Orange |
Condos just behind it, quintessential suburban intersection |
Dunkin Donuts on one corner, a Wendy’s on the other |
A lone palm shooting up from the blacktop |
On the other corner, an auto repair shop |
Forty-nine succulents out front, a memorial to the fallen ones |
That contrast with the beautiful Florida sun |
And its laws supporting guns |
When the people were killed there last June |
I was up in the sky, on my flight from Bergen to Trondheim |
See, I called my flight away from there |
United Airlines Flight 441 to Chicago-O'Hare |
Stayed up late that night, texting away and talking |
Steaming my suit in the bathroom |
I’m gonna look sharp tomorrow, like Christopher Walken in True Romance |
Tried to call from the flight, beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep me up |
Had tomatos at a Mediterranean restaurant |
Got some oranges and bananas from the Walmart |
Across the street there used to be a Ross, got scarves and hats there |
In the winter, sentimental about this hotel |
I’ve been staying here since I can remember |
Waking up to garbage trucks this morning |
Didn’t get enough sleep due to my dry cough |
Many men have flirted with this hotel |
And the ghosts visit me each time I’m here |
The times I cried when I visited a granddaughter and to attend her memorial |
They used to, shared a night here one song |
The girl from Alabama who insisted |
I take her for a nice dinner before we slept together, I said |
«It's 1:30 in the morning and I don’t know a nice spot in Chicago |
And I’m tired and it’s fucking cold» |
She said, «Well, in the morning you must at least take me to a nice breakfast» |
I said, «Well, in the morning I’ve got an early flight to catch to Dallas, |
Texas» |
She said, «Okay, as long as there’s a store near your hotel |
Where I can at least get some beer» |
«That works for me,» and then I watched her open Gideons' Bible |
Through a reflection in the mirror |
And nowadays during my stays, I call my girlfriend |
And tell her how lonely I feel here |
Nowadays I call my girlfriend and say «I love and I wish you were here» |
Gonna sleep a few more hours |
And grab my 3-pound dumbbells and do 30 minutes of shadowboxing |
Ask the front desk if they can kindly print some lyrics for my show tonight |
Well now I just got a phone call from my little sister |
Tells me of a mass shooting in Las Vegas at a concert last night |
And Tom Petty died at 66 |
How did I miss this news? |
The TV’s been plugging sports all day |
I met Mike and Steve from, we talked about |
The shooting and Tom Petty and things regarding being middle-aged |
I said, «Steve, I gotta be honest, I don’t know Tom Petty songs all that well» |
He said, «There's a perfect one for you to sing tonight |
It’s called 'Here Comes My Girl'» |
I said, «I like that one so much better than 'Refugee'» |
And I wrote the words down backstage sipping on my water |
Next to a free tray of an assortment of cold cuts and cheeses |
Great show last night but I got tired about 75% of the way through |
Don’t remember feeling that tired back when I was playing shows in 1992 |
But I felt good in my suit and my brand new alligator-skin shoes |
Everybody played those beautiful tunes |
And the light man set a perfect blue cue |
I played «Here Comes My Girl» from Tom Petty, it woke me up |
I told them about how I saw Tom Petty playing with Tommy Tutone |
When I was just a |
I dedicated «Exodus» to the people who lost their lives in Las Vegas |
A somber end to the show |
That was the end of the concert, live in Chicago |