Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Watched The Film The Song Remains the Same, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Benji, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 31.05.2021
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
I Watched The Film The Song Remains the Same |
I watched the film The Song Remains the Same |
At the midnight movies when I was a kid |
At a Canton, Ohio mall with friends |
One warm summer weekend |
Jimmy Page stood tall and screamed |
And I was mesmerized by everything |
The Peter Grant and John Paul Jones dream sequence scenes |
The close-up of the mahogany, double-neck SG |
And though I loved the sound of the roaring Les Paul |
What spoke to me most was «Rain Song» and «Bron-Yr-Aur» |
And I loved the thunder of John Bonham’s drums |
But even more, I liked «No Quarter’s» low Fender Rhodes hum |
I don’t know what happened or what anyone did |
But from my earliest memories, I was a very melancholic kid |
When anything close to me at all in the world died |
To my heart, forever, it would be tied |
Like when my friend was thrown from his moped |
When some kind of a big truck back-ended him |
And when the girl who sat in front of me in remedial |
Was killed in an accident one weekend and quickly forgotten about at school |
And when we got the call that my grandmother passed |
The nervous tension I’d been feeling for months broke |
And strangely, I laughed |
Then, I went to my bedroom, and I laid down |
And in my tears and in the heaviness of everything, I drowned |
Though I kept to myself and for the most part was pretty coy |
I once got baited into clocking some undeserving boy |
Out on the elementary school playground |
I threw a punch that caught him off-guard and knocked him down |
And when I walked away, the kids were cheering |
And though I grinned, deep inside, I was hurting |
But not nearly as much as I’d hurt him |
He stood up, his glasses broken, and his face was red |
And I was never a schoolyard bully |
It was only one incident, and it has always eaten at me |
I was never a young schoolyard bully |
And wherever you are, that poor kid—I'm so sorry |
And when I grew older, I learned to play guitar |
While everyone else was throwing around a football |
Wearing bright colors—the school issued them |
Parroting passed-down phrases and cheerleading |
I got a recording contract in 1992 |
From there, my name, my band, and my audience grew |
And since that time, so much has happened to me |
But I’ve discovered I cannot shake the melancholy |
For 46 years now, I cannot break the spell |
I’ll carry it throughout my life and probably carry it to Hell |
I’ll go to my grave with my melancholy |
And my ghost will echo my sentiments for all eternity |
And now, when I watch The Song Remains the Same |
The same things speak to me that spoke to me then |
Except now, the scenes with Peter Grant and John Bonham |
Are different when I think about the deaths that fell upon them |
I got a friend who lives in the desert outside Santa Fe |
And I’m going to visit him this Saturday |
Between my travels and his divorces and our time not being what it was |
It’s been fifteen years since I last saw him |
He’s the man who signed me back in '92 |
And I’m going to go there and tell him face-to-face, «Thank you |
For discovering my talent so early |
For helping me along in this beautiful musical world I was meant to be in» |