Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Rascals, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Universal Themes, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 31.05.2015
Record label: Caldo Verde, Rough Trade
Song language: English
Little Rascals |
Sitting on the wings of a 747 airplane |
Just back from Newtown Connecticut, Cincinnati and Champaign |
It was nice hanging out in those cities with some of my friends |
Get up on stage and play beautiful music with them |
Now I’m looking out the window where Robin Williams died |
Passed him once in a car on Thanksgiving day |
Was with my girlfriend at the time |
Who sadly passed away just before she turned 35 |
That’s when I learned the world’s unfair |
And that things aren’t always right |
It fucked me up, and for weeks I couldn’t get out of bed |
The world don’t owe us shit, I learned that real fucking young |
And I learned it again |
Had to make the best of every day and every moment while you can |
Can’t seize the beauty in life, cause baby |
You don’t know when it’s gonna end |
When I’m feeling overwhelmed and things are stacking up in mind |
Her picture’s always near me, and I look at it every day of my life |
Think about what she would have given to live just another year |
To see her baby turn one, and when I think about it |
I swallow my tears |
Had lunch the other day with my drummer friend named Steve |
We talked about music and traveling, and he’s always good to see |
When you’re my friend, I got your back for life |
Try to hurt anyone I care about, I might slice you up real nice |
I’m housesitting a 14-year-old cat named Pete |
My girlfriend’s friend is off in Spain and she left him with me |
And he lays on my bed and we gaze into each other’s eyes |
And I fall into that kitty cat spell, all hypnotized |
I shared the stage the other night with my friend Will |
We sang «Mother's Love"together and it was beautiful |
He’s got a mind of his own and he’s smart as fuck |
He’s his own man, he’s in control of his life |
And I respect that much |
He’s on his way to play a maximum-security prison |
And I’m on my way to L.A. to play the Henry Fonda Theatre |
To join up once again and play nice music with my friends |
Music’s a powerful thing, whether played in a theater |
Or a state pen |
Back home and I had a wonderful time |
Felt love from the crowd and I’m pretty sure they felt mine |
Saw my friends Ian and Claire and Mitch and Patrick and I gave them all hugs |
There was a message from Will saying he was still reeling from «Mother's Love» |
My mom’s visiting on Sunday with her boyfriend |
She’s gonna kick my ass in Scrabble over and over again |
My whole family’s in denial about a sick relative |
Just keep working really hard and try not to think about it |
Just back from Austin, Texas; |
Chicago, Illinois; |
Winnipeg |
I saw all my friends down there and we played «I Got You Babe» |
And we sang songs about oxen, baby Jesus, shepherds and hay |
And I remembered when I was a kid in Ohio on Christmas Day |
One time I got a guitar and that was the start of my life |
My dad always got me one gift, and I still carry around that shiny fishing knife |
Sitting on the wings of a United Airline |
Just back from Lincoln, Salt Lake City and Orlando, where I had a good time |
Did that one alone with a guitar, and a snare and a tom |
Brought a volunteer up to play drums |
She said that her day job was a mom |
Just back from the doctor where I weighed in at 203 |
Just turned 48 baby, gotta admit it kinda concerns me |
So I’m trying to eat better, walk a few more miles and exercise more |
It’s the first week of February, 1:28 AM |
It was 12 years ago in San Francisco one night |
That I lost my friend |
There ain’t a day that goes by I don’t pause and think about her |
I’m getting older baby, but I try to count my blessings |
It’s a beautiful world |