Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chili Lemon Peanuts, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Common As Light And Love Are Red Valleys Of Blood, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 16.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Chili Lemon Peanuts |
Scenic drive from Auburn to Diamond Springs |
American River sparkles under the bridge on this fine day of spring |
To the left Sutter’s Fort where they discovered gold to the right rolling |
vineyards and apple orchards |
I just passed the bridge and the sign for the town Cool |
No, but that sign was the last for the Tim Mooney ever took |
Before he left the world back in Nevada City |
It was the summer where we cried for his wife and his daughter Dixie |
Second day of April home still decorated Christmas-y |
The front lawn’s been cut and the backyard has a fallen tree |
Tomorrow my yard guy’s gonna get back there and cut it to pieces |
I’m on the front porch staring at this old dusty bible and I’m writing lyrics |
And on the floors, an old pearloid accordion made by Hohner |
Three gas lamps, two antique, and the other faux |
And I’m out here and it feels good |
(In this moment) In this moment |
Writing words on my big, black Victorian wrap-around porch |
Next we gotta be leaving maybe slightly but not so sadly gonna see Manny |
Pacquiao fight against Timothy Bradley |
Where I predict Manny will lose by decision, suffering him to the fourth, |
five brains bashed in, his hangarounds keep winning |
Then I’m going down to New Orleans for Gulf Coast oysters |
That’s right, baby, I’m living my dream |
For the first moment I ever picked up guitar I knew my life would go down a |
different road than the kid next door |
I hear the birds outside tweet, tweet, tweeting |
And the cars along the highway off in the distance |
I hear an owl up in the tree hoot, hoot, hoot, hooting |
I hear a Spanish radio in the basement talk, talk, talking |
I smell the sardine can from the meal I’ve just eaten |
Gonna put this pen down, stare off into the sky, dreaming with my heart is the |
world’s biggest smile |
For the hell of it I’m gonna read a random passage from the Bible |
It’s been in this house since the first day I owned it |
It was laying open, swear I’d never touch it but my housekeeper picked it up |
and closed it |
So here we go, gonna read just a bit of it |
Then look off into the pines and let my mind drift |
Chapter 9, St. Luke |
Christ sends forth his apostles, feeds five thousand with five loaves, |
is transfigured and casts out a devil. |
Then calling together the twelve |
apostles, he gave them power and authority over all devils, and to cure |
diseases. |
And he sent them to preach the kingdom of God, and to heal the sick. |
And he said to them: Take nothing for your journey; |
neither staff, nor scrip, |
nor bread, nor money; |
neither have two coats. |
And whatsoever house you shall |
enter into, abide there, and depart not from thence. |
And whosoever will not |
receive you, when ye go out of that city, shake off even the dust of your feet, |
for a testimony against them |
And going out, they went about through the towns, preaching the gospel, |
and healing everywhere |
So there I was, I read a part of the book of Jesus |
Now I’m eating sunflower seeds and chili lemon peanuts |
Sipped on a bottle of Glacéau smartwater |
And fell asleep until from upstairs my girl woke me up when she hollered |
12:45 AM |
SNL, Gwen Stefani, and the short actor guy, what’s his name? |
We are the beautiful dead and the beautiful night |
I love my girl and my home and this miracle of life |
1:04 AM, Vdara Hotel |
Room 14 015, April 9, 2016 |
Our day started today with many kisses |
You were on your way out the door to Southern California 'til the fourteenth |
And I was on my way to Las Vegas, then to New Orleans |
When you said bye and closed my apartment door behind you |
A heavy feeling fell upon me, it hit me in a very real way |
That we’ll live the rest of our lives together |
And that gives me so much happiness and comfort |
But it also hit me harder than ever before that one day we’ll say goodbye for a |
final time |
Every day we get closer and closer to death |
I have no illusions of an afterlife |
And have no idea how much longer I have on this planet |
Or what my quality of life will be in five, ten, fifteen years |
Where will our final goodbye be? |
What condition will I be in? |
And how will your health be? |
Are we even sure we’ll be in the same place when |
one of us has to go? |
I don’t like goodbyes |
I’ve had enough last goodbyes with people to know that it’s the most painful |
emotion in the world |
I don’t want to live for eternity, life is filled with too much sorrow |
My mind keeps flashing to a woman I saw recently |
Of her and her son asleep in the car on the Tenderloin on a very hot day |
They were in a tow-away zone and looked to be completely passed out |
She had a big map open on her lap |
But I knocked on the door and though she couldn’t speak to me she was okay |
My biggest hope in life is that you are beside me when I die |
I’ve lived many lifetimes in forty-nine years |
But the best time of my life is of my days and years spent with you |
I’m getting older and my stomach is bloated and feels off |
I burp too much, I’m that middle-aged guy with a gut that I never thought I’d be |
And here I am in Las Vegas |
Family men with bellies bigger than mine are walking around with Guns N' Roses |
t-shirts |
My elevator was shared with people who’ve arrived from the Philippines to see |
the Pacquiao fight |
How many more times will I fly to Las Vegas? |
I saw Pacquiao when he was rising |
In San Francisco in 2000 at Bill Graham |
Now he’s thirty-seven and this might be his last fight |
My money is on Bradley to win by a decision |
That’s why I’m here, to see what may be Manny’s last fight, if in fact he does |
win |
I’m getting older and Las Vegas is as wild as ever |
But I’m tired and I hear the hum of a small refrigerator |
My mind and my eyes are fading |
Vdara Hotel, 1:03 PM, April 9th |
Meeting Tony in the lobby at 2:00 PM for lunch |
Just turned on CNN |
«Paris terror fugitive is hitman in Brussels bombing» |
I woke up at about 9:00 AM |
Terrible nightmare that Caroline and I were being followed by this creepy |
lizard-y-looking plastic surgery guy I saw on the plane yesterday |
He was following us to a hotel |
But I was diplomatic, turned around, and told him we’d meet him on the balcony |
of some bar nearby |
When we arrived and talked to him, he started throwing insults at me |
And I knocked his drink out of his hand and into the street |
He stayed there unfazed |
Then I grabbed him by his neck, lifting him, pushing him almost, but not quite, |
over the balcony |
I told him to go fuck himself and to stay the fuck out of our lives |
He finally shut his stupid mouth |
And as we left, Caroline told me that I was good with dealing with creeps |
That was the end of the dream |
April 10, seat 2E, United Airlines, Las Vegas to New Orleans |
The fight didn’t go as I thought |
To me, the math added up to Bradley winning by a decision, if it went the |
distance |
But Bradley was knocked down twice and lost |
Bradley had a few moments and I jumped up out of my seat, threw my fists in the |
air, and got pumped up with excitement |
But Manny was faster and countered him |
Manny was the best fighter that night |
We were in seat 19B, right where the fighters entered and exited |
I felt bad for Bradley when he passed |
His trainer Teddy Atlas looked deflated, yet stoic at the same time as he exited |
Manny’s mother and his wife and kids were all smiles when they exited |
I sat in my chair for a long time after the fight, hemming and hawing about the |
defeat |
I owe money on my lost bet |
The fight hadn’t gone as I predicted |
And that’s life |