Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morning Cherry, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Welcome to Sparks, Nevada, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 25.11.2020
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
Morning Cherry |
Looking out over the Carquinez Strait |
At the only highrise building in Downtown Martinez |
In-between that highrise and Port Costa and Crockett |
There’s a long stretch of glorious mountains |
Untouched by cement, untouched by man |
The land is green, the land is brown |
The view is sanguine, though the world’s been so down |
It’s the beautiful California I’ve been dreaming about since I was a child |
The trees are bunched together like broccoli stalks |
Above them, dry patches, look like bright camel humps |
The patches are dead weeds from the late-spring heat |
That’s what the mountains look like today |
And boats are sailing out along the white waves and the silver water |
Fishing boats and sailboats and all kinds of barges |
My favorite barge is enormous, the cover are white and navy |
The name of the barge is Morning Cherry |
Hovering the water are seagulls, and inland, there’s the vultures |
The sky is blue, the air is mild |
The cats are in by night, the coyotes run wild |
This is the beautiful California I dreamed of as a child |
Pacific, the hills, the lemon orange trees |
Lately I’m feeling reticent, quiet, meditative and melancholy |
Lately I’m feeling taciturn and uncommunicative |
I’ve been spending time in bed laying still and listening to the wind |
Listening to the train, the smell of the eucalyptus trees |
Coming through my open windows and from my balcony |
When I go walking I feel so frowzy |
Oh my middle-aged, I feel it kicking in strongly |
I feel aches in by bones and my posture has been lousy |
By mid-afternoon, I’m always drowsy |
So I’ll walk to the water and take my time walking back |
I asked a fisherman on the peer, «Hey, what are you catching?» |
They say, «Stripers and halibut.» |
I say, «How do you have your poles rigged?» |
He said, «30-pound test, and for bait we’re using sardines.» |
Well one guy’s got a band called Box Blaster |
And he plays, «Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl…» over and over |
Everywhere I go, every drugstore, every gas station |
They’re playing somebody’s version of, «Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl…» |
By Eddie Holman, Donnie Osmond, Shaun Cassidy |
I guess the radio’s playing what they feel are universal songs in the world |
For the many women who’ve got cabin fever |
And as for you, I’ll always feel love and fervor |
And it never leaves, it’ll be there forever |
Even when you’re sleeping across the bed and you leave me here |
To read and write and meditate, I miss you so deeply my dear |
Went crazy, I wish you were sleeping here beside me |
Right now, today, but I guess it’s good to have our time away |
Now and then I hear that train whistle blowing |
From across the water or nearby, I hear a lawn getting mowed |
Lately I’ve been reading John Fante’s West of Rome |
When you got down time, you gotta keep your spirit and mind uplifted and intact |
When you got down time, you gotta do what you can do to laugh |
John Fante’s West of Rome, it makes me laugh |
He’s got a dog named Stupid who tries to hump everything he sees |
He’s got a wife that wants to leave him because John loves his dog, Stupid, |
more than he loves any other thing |
And every time I turn on the news, everything looks so hopeless and bleak |
Black guys found hung in trees, it’s not the Jim Crow days anymore, |
we’re talking about 2020 |
Black guy in Minnesota choked to death, another one shot in Georgia in the back |
Watching TV all day is more toxic than smoking crack |
But if I watched the news all day, I’m gonna have a panic attack |
They’re looping scenes over and over and over and over, if I keep watching it |
makes me feel wack |
I care a lot, but I’m too old to be out messing around with protesting |
Yeah, I’m 53, I’ve got nothing to prove, I’ve had blacks' backs since I was a |
kid walking the streets of Downtown Massillon |
I walked the tenderloin streets of San Francisco, I walked the streets of New |
Orleans |
And when we walked together, I’ve always felt nothing but love and harmony |
I’ve got to enjoy the little things in life, like the way my cat scratches up |
my favorite chair, and laugh |
I’ve got to look at sunflowers and the orange and apple and lemon trees and |
enjoy my salt baths |
I’ve got to enjoy the California sun and the Bay Area breeze, you know? |
And gaze at the water that flows between the mouth of Crockett and Vallejo |
Wait for my favorite barge to dock, the big one, colored white and navy |
The one that made my |
, Morning Cherry |