Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Love for You Is Undying, artist - Mark Kozelek. Album song Mark Kozelek, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
My Love for You Is Undying |
Though the dead are decomposing |
Though my flesh and hair are thinning |
Though my eyesight is fading |
Though the planet is decaying |
Though the haters don’t stop hating |
Though the Gulf Coast is flooding |
Though the news is always troubling |
Though the headlines are befuddling |
Though our time is disintegrating |
Though our days are dissipating |
Though my friends keep moving |
Though the city keeps on changing |
Though the roses are drying |
Though the orchid petals are falling |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
Watching a fight the other night |
Valencia Street with you, at the burger joint |
A guy from Nebraska against a guy from Namibia |
A woman was outside on the curb crying |
Two men were consoling her by her side |
Two men were consoling her by her side |
I walked out and asked if everyone was alright |
They said, «We're okay, thank you for asking» |
«You too, have a good night» |
I went and sang some songs at the chapel |
With some interesting other singers |
Like Blag Dahlia from the Dwarves and the classy Bob Davenport |
When I finished singing my songs |
A girl approached me and said, «Hey» |
I said, «You look familiar, how do I know you?» |
She said, «You don’t know me, my name is Vivian |
And I really enjoyed your singing» |
I said, «Thank you» and I shook her hand |
She said, «I listened to your music more than I ever slept» |
I had no reply to that, then she nodded to her friend |
Then I reached for your hand, then she smiled then she left |
Though my hardwood floors are getting creaky |
Though an unexpected cat’s meow can get me shaking |
Though I dehydrate quickly when I’m leaf raking |
Though I fall asleep less than I’m waking |
Though my guitar tubes are oxidizing |
Though with age I’m prioritizing my workload and my socializing |
Though it used to be nothing |
I’m realizing it’s now all getting more tiring |
Though Mayweather is retiring |
Though my old lamps need rewiring |
Though my testosterone is expiring |
Though movie directors are no longer calling |
My ears were ringing so I went and met you |
For a dinner at the Big Four |
As we got to walk out the door |
A woman said, «Hey mister, you dropped your wallet on the floor» |
My jacket hit a glass, it fell to the floor and it crashed |
Everybody looked startled as if our names were Jaymes and Bartles |
I said, «Hey, it’s a tight space, spare me your pity |
Coming from your facelifted faces |
This could have happened to each and every one of you too» |
The waiter hurried over, said «We're gonna have to ask you to leave, sir» |
I said «Hey, I was leaving anyhow |
That’s the last time you’re going to see a bad guy like this, that’s for sure» |
Thank you Antonio Montana, from a prison in Havana |
From a boat across the Atlantic to a mansion in Miami |
Though these words may need refining |
Though I much prefer reclining |
Backstage and out front autograph signing |
Though I prefer infrequent flying |
Though for perfection, I’ve stopped trying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
My love for you is undying |
During our long summer staycation |
We attended a relative’s cremation |
Her bereaved husband sat there trembling with his cane |
Our hearts were broken |
Her picture was so beautiful and so youthful |
Everyone was mournful and tearful |
Then his grandchildren walked him to the car at the end of the lawn |
Flowers were waiting |
Though so many there were grieving |
There was no doubt and no denying |
Of a love undying, of an undying love |
Though some may find my specifying agonizing and trying |
Long-winded and unsatisfying |
Others may find it hypnotizing, comforting, and inspiring |
Relatable and consoling |
I went to the bookstore the other day |
The counter girl was scratching at her hand |
She said she thought that it was itching because of all the cash that she’d |
been handling |
I said, «It could be that, or depending on where you’ve been |
It might also be bedbugs» |
And she looked at me with surprised and starstruck eyes |
She asked, «Are you like the real, like the actual, Mark Kozelek?» |
I said, «Yes, I am that man» |
She said, «Oh my god, I’m like a really, really big fan» |
Then she said, «We should totally go to Panera» |
I replied, «There's a Panera Bread in San Francisco?» |
She said, «No, there’s not a Panera Bread in San Francisco |
Even if there was, I’d never meet you there anyhow» |
And someone said, «Actually there is a Panera Bread in San Francisco |
On Geary and Masonic» |
And she said, «Well, I was just kidding anyhow» |
And then suddenly there was an awkward silence |
At first, I thought she was the nicest |
Then suddenly she seemed cold as ISIS |
And this didn’t sit well on my midlife crisis |
Then her boss came over and threw a wet blanket on the good vibes |
He said, «Sir, can I ask you, are you even planning to buy a book?» |
I said, «Well I was, but this store smells like an old barn full of old Amish |
musty quilts» |
He said, «That will be enough of that language, sir» |
I said, «Okay, but I came in here well-intentioned |
And that mean-spirited counter girl of yours totally hurt my feelings» |
He asked what had she done that I found so demeaning |
I said, «She engaged me and then for no reason at all, venomously stung me» |
He said, «You might be overanalyzing |
That you’re exaggerating or bold-faced lying» |
I said, «No, I’m not dramatizing, fictionalizing, or even slightly modifying» |
He said, «I think your brain may need rewiring» |
I said, «I think the two of you are co-conspiring» |
Then they laughed and they looked down at their phones |
Then I walked out the door and was on my way home |
Then as I walked along the road, my mind hypothesizing |
What could have went so wrong in this liberal vegan bookstore |
Specializing in Charles Bukowski but doesn’t carry the new Mike Tyson biography? |
Then a sort of happiness overcame me as I began realizing |
That for a connection I’ll never stop trying |
Even if it results in my eyes crying |
When I stop caring is when I’m dead inside |
My heart was now reviving |
My lips were now a-smiling |
Then these words I began compiling |
And a melody started forming |