Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Riddick Bowe, artist - Mark Kozelek. Album song Mark Kozelek, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
Young Riddick Bowe |
Eating a po boy and Mother’s next to a photo of a young Riddick Bowe |
How can you look at a young Riddick Bowe |
Without looking deep down into your soul |
I always take the table next to the photo of a young Riddick Bowe |
If the table at Mother’s is available |
I think about him digging deep against Evander Holyfield |
And how he only came home with a silver at the Olympics |
When he was going for the gold |
And the low blows he took from Golota that retired him |
I picture him in a hospital bed, laying there, healing up |
Then I drifted off to other thoughts, walking down North to South Peters |
You know, under the freeway, in the gentrified Arts District |
Yeah, down South Peters, I cross over to Constance |
And take a right on Race and sit at the cafe all alone |
Checking my phone, checking in on my sister |
Or texting someone or another |
I only got a few friends, plus my father and my mother |
So if you see me sitting there alone and you recognize me |
It’s not a bother to say «hi» |
But please, for no longer than five minutes, please no longer |
Cause deep down, I’m listening to myself, street roamer |
It ain’t nothing personal, at heart I’m just a loner |
Cause I’m always hurting a little and doing some soul searching |
If you’re ain’t hurting a little bit |
Then you’re probably ain’t doing much soul searching |
If everything in your life is okay, then thank you for sharing |
But for me it’s not exactly that way |
If you’re jumping up and down with how okay you are |
I don’t buy it for a second, the world is just too fucked up |
And I’m too fucking smart for you |
I know better, I know better, I know better, I know better |
You show me a big tough guy and I’ll show you a little bedwetter |
I’m watching American Bigfoot, it takes place in southeast Ohio |
It was funny for thirty minutes, then you called me |
You said it’s raining back in San Francisco |
I said, «It's raining down here in New Orleans too, you know» |
I looked outside and yeah, it’s raining, the tourists have left |
So I make a reservation at Delmonico |
Honestly, there are moments when I’m totally at peace |
Like right now, when I’m walking down the street |
I just tune out all the bitches and the headaches that be pestering me |
And now I’m walking down Magazine down to Constantinople |
Looking for John Kennedy Toole’s house |
I’m gonna take me a photo of his house |
That’s gonna be my project for the day |
And send the photo to my friend who loves his book |
It’s good to have a hope for the day, even in the simplest way |
A lamp broke this morning, yeah, my lamp is shattered |
They were coming to inspect my windows |
When I wasn’t expecting them and they caught me off guard |
I reached for my lamp, the most beautiful lamp I ever had |
I misgauged the distance and my hardwood floor |
Was covered in lampshade glass and it made me so sad |
And I thought of all the songs I’d written |
Under the light of that art deco lamp |
And all the books I’ve read |
Under the light of that beautiful art deco lamp |
And all the love I’ve made |
Under the light of the art deco lamp |
Shattered because they came to inspect my windows |
That it turns out had already been inspected |
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And what can you do |
Lamps break and I bitched about it long enough |
I called my sister and my girl and they reminded me |
How people lose their entire homes in fires and floods |
They were right, it was a petty thing to complain about |
In the grand scheme of things |
But it was the first possession I put in my house in New Orleans |
I remember when it was just that lamp and a mattress on the floor |
And you and me and I get stuck in the mud |
And get overly sentimental and feeling down about things |
My girlfriend said, «You need to get out of bed today |
And have some kind of goal,» and I said, «Okay» |
And I ate a grilled shrimp po boy |
That was next to the photo of young Riddick Bowe |