Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song William McGirt, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Welcome to Sparks, Nevada, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 25.11.2020
Record label: Caldo Verde
William McGirt |
William McGirt |
William McGirt |
William McGirt |
William McGirt |
Caroline and I walked into town in back today |
On the way I asked her how she’d feel about a road trip to Nevada City, |
it’d been years since I had been there |
I thought I might provoke a negative reaction, she does all the driving and |
we’ve been taking a lot of trips to Walmart and places like that |
But she was up for it |
Being around the house on a spring day is nice, but it’s more or less been the |
same routine every day |
Gardening, cooking, weeding, watching movies, which is wonderful |
Especially to share the time with somebody that you love, but it’s nice to get |
away once in a while |
After 28 years of touring, having the year of 2020 off has found me restless |
I’m used to crossing the country a few times a year and crossing the ocean |
sometimes 3 or 4 times a year |
I’ve made peace with this unexpected time off, I’m very much not alone |
But I gotta admit, my breathing has been off since mid-March, I get a little |
bit panicky at night |
Some people have said, «Put your music on Bandcamp, you’re gonna be okay.» |
I know that I’ll be okay, but I feel like a shark that’s been swimming through |
the ocean for 28 years that’s been yanked out |
Thrown onto the shore and told, «Don't worry, you’ll be good, just flip around |
in the sand for a while |
Then we’ll throw you back in the ocean in a couple years and you’ll be swimming |
around again, good as new.» |
Some others said, «There's a lot of streaming going on right now.» |
Streaming. |
When I think of the word 'streaming', I think of exactly that, |
streams |
Those thin-flowing, overlooked trails of water that dry up in the summer |
Those things you see underneath footbridges, that you look down at for a second |
and see mosquitoes swarming |
And maybe a few rusty beer cans laying next to some mossy rocks, |
a few minnows swimming around |
You can tell your girlfriend is thinking, «Why are you looking at this stream? |
«, and then you keep walking |
The reason I always stop to look at streams is because I used to go to one as a |
kid to catch crayfish |
I got nice memories of those times |
The way you crayfish is by putting a paper cup just behind the crayfish with |
your left hand |
And stick your index finger from your right hand just in front of it |
You’d think the crayfish would nip at your finger, but it actually jumps |
backwards into the paper cup |
And that’s how you’d scoop them up out of the stream |
I’d bring them back to my house and put them in an aquarium full of water |
And one day my mom got really mad at me because a few of them had gotten out |
and died and made the basement stink |
My mom made me go back to the stream and let the rest of them go |
Later in life I was looking for real estate and the real estate agent told me, «Never buy a house that’s near a stream.» |
I said, «What's wrong with streams?» |
She said, «They attract rats.» |
So yeah, Bandcamp makes me think of camping, which is a fun thing to do until I |
could afford hotels |
And streaming now makes me think of, because of that real estate agent, rats |
But all this is gonna have to do for the time being |
Oh my God I want to sing to a crowd |
To fist bump everyone in the front row |
To hear myself holding a long falsetto note |
Reverberating around the room and putting everybody into a spell, |
to hear their applause, to hear them laugh at my jokes |
To share my words with that little demographic of the world |
Whom I love, and I know that they love me back |
When the stars align, I know that the purpose on the Earth is right there in |
that time |
I was recently asked to sing I Left My Heart in San Francisco |
For something Will O’Brien related, and I said no |
Because I didn’t leave my heart in San Francisco, I left my heart all over the |
fuckin' place |
Going back and forth between San Francisco and a mountain town has been wearing |
thin |
Yeah, I love working in the garden and taking walks and seeing the roses and |
the redwood trees and the blue morning glories that are short-lived in the |
spring |
My God my soul needs something more, out here in the mountains I need |
destinations besides graveyards and Home Depot, the one place in town that |
makes decent iced tea |
And in San Francisco I need a little more than walks along the cement and |
watching young people whizzing by on their bikes in their jogging clothes, |
making me feel like a stalling car about to break down on the side of a road |
And some of my favorite places are boarded up with plywood, goddamn, |
Pancho’s on Polk Street is closed, it’s empty, that was Nathan’s favorite |
place, he ate there two times a day |
And American Cleaners is closed, Jenny did my dry-cleaning for 32 years, |
saying goodbye to her hurt so much, what a blow to my stomach |
Walking away from the corner of Washington High, it hurt so much, |
saying goodbye to her |
So we got on the 49 and headed to Nevada City, I’ve been on that road so many |
times but I was really opening my eyes this time, looking for a story |
I saw a sign that said something about equestrian and asked Caroline, «What does equestrian mean?», she said it had something to do with horses |
There were beautiful yellow forsythias along the winding road and I saw a lot |
of the usual sights: cows, turkeys and canadian geese |
And signs for Coleman, Marshall, Lone Star Road, and of course the American |
River was flowing to the East |
There were the usual signs for river access but most of them had roadblocks so |
nobody could park their cars |
We stopped in Auburn and the place we liked to eat there was closed |
We went to get iced tea and they made me use my card |
My cash is no good in San Francisco, and even in downtown Auburn, to my cash, |
they said no |
By the time we got to Grass Valley we were hungry, so we parked the car |
downtown and I pointed out the Holbrooke hotel |
Like many hotels now it was under renovation, I told Caroline how it was at |
that hotel where I finished unfinished songs for the Sun Kil Moon album April |
And how I spent at least a week held up there |
She asked me, «Where did you eat around here?», and I told her I couldn’t |
remember |
I told her I was so busy trying to finish unfinished songs that I didn’t have |
much of a memory of what else I did in Grass Valley |
Besides sit in the bed, and over third and fourth verses of six-month-old songs, |
I was agonizing |
And so we found this restaurant that had the word 'conscious' in it to order |
take-out, there wasn’t much else open |
On the menu, they had the word 'hummus' up there three times, so I told the kid |
behind the counter I’d like a plate of hummus with pita bread |
He said, «Well, the hummus comes in a bowl, you can have a choice of beef, |
chicken, chickpeas…"or some other shit, I don’t remember what it was, «… |
on top of the hummus.» |
I said, «I'll pay whatever, but I don’t want the hummus covered in anything.» |
He said, «But it comes in a bowl.» |
I said, «Look, I’ll pay whatever, but man, I just want the hummus, |
I like my hummus to just be hummus.» |
He looked really confused |
The competent person behind him, the only other person working there, |
clearly looked like she knew what was going on in the place |
But he was too busy being confused to ask her anything |
Caroline made the mistake of telling him, «I'll have the exact same thing that |
he’s having» |
The guy started pecking away at the digital cash register for several minutes, |
his index finger was pecking all over the place like a little kid sitting down |
at the piano for the first time in their life |
I gave Caroline 50 dollars and said, «I'll be outside when this thing is over |
And what’s with fucking bowls? |
When did the world decide it was a good |
marketing plan to put everything in a fucking bowl? |
When I was a kid, the only thing you put in a bowl was cereal. |
What happened to |
hummus plates?» |
She said, «Relax, I know, I’ll meet you outside.» |
So I go sit down on a bench and she brings me the food, and both bowls of |
hummus are covered in greasy fucking chicken |
I said, «Goddamnit, that dumb motherfucker, there were only 2 people working in |
there, why didn’t he talk to the smart looking one when he was doing the |
cooking? |
The only thing that kid was conscious of was the fucking cash register! |
Why do you have to push that many fucking buttons for hummus and pita bread? |
What’s this world coming to when a kid can’t trust a human being over a machine? |
Goddamnit!» |
So I’m eating, I’m pushing the chicken out of the way with my plastic fork and |
hummus is spilling all over my shirt and pants, I said |
«Goddamnit! |
I’m so tired of eating on benches outside and spilling food all |
over my goddamn shirts!» |
From there we went to Nevada City |
When we got to Nevada City we drove along Broad Street and I pointed at the |
National Hotel |
The hotel where I once spent a night under some thin blankets on a cold winter |
night was also under renovation |
We drove around the town and I showed her a house I thought about buying at one |
time |
The tiniest house in the east side of Broad, near downtown, but it had renters |
living in it |
If I bought it, I’d have to pay off the renters to move out |
And I wouldn’t feel right about doing something like that, I didn’t want to get |
on the wrong foot in a town that has a bunch of guys that look like Charles |
Manson living in it |
When I say Charles Manson, I don’t mean it in a derogatory way, I just mean |
that seems to be the look that they’re going for |
That’s right, like the other times I visited Nevada City, every guy I saw |
looked like Charles Manson |
Every girl looked like they’d put a spell on you if you broke up with them |
All the houses in the downtown area looked like they were built in the |
mid-to-late 1800s, kept up nicely |
On this spring day, all the trees were in full bloom with an array of mostly |
pink and white flowers |
I’ve been to a lot of places, Nevada City is one of the most charming little |
towns I’ve ever seen |
It was nice to imagine the town during the gold rush before pickup trucks were |
invented |
Before it became one of the most progressive mountain towns in the Sierras |
I saw a payphone in front of a market, took a few photos and said, «Everything in this town is closed and hardly anybody is out |
Let’s get out of here."She said, «Okay, yeah, I’m tired.» |
Just after we left town we saw a sign for a campground and said, «Let's pull in there.» |
Now that I’ve signed up to Bandcamp I want to see what a campground looks like |
again |
I’ve not been to a campground since the 1990s, and I remember they’d have |
payphones with the restrooms |
The restrooms were always made of these huge concrete bricks |
We pulled in and all of the entrances were gated up but the exit wasn’t |
I could see a concrete restroom that might have had a payphone beside it, |
if I could just get a better look |
Caroline parked in the parking lot, we got out of the car and we were walking |
towards the exit to enter |
When a car came out of the campground at full speed and stopped us as we were |
about to enter through the exit |
The driver asked, «Can I help you?» |
I said, «Yeah, we’re looking for a payphone.» |
She said, «Try the gas station across the way, over there.» |
I said, «Okay.» |
We got in the car and Caroline said, «That woman was mean.» |
I said, «Nah, she’s just doing her job, they probably hired her to patrol the |
place so the Manson family looking people don’t take over the campground.» |
She said, «No, I don’t think that’s it. |
I think they’re doing some kind of |
secret experiments back there or something.» |
I asked what kind of experiments she was talking about, she said, «I don’t know. |
Secret experiments on animals or something.» |
On our way back we pulled into a gas station somewhere |
There was an old man standing there with a big smile, eyes as big as Paul |
Newman’s |
He was sunburnt and dry as an old desert lizard, I got out of the passenger |
seat and asked him what town we were in |
He said, «Auburn.» |
I said, «Auburn? |
I don’t know this part of Auburn.» |
I asked him where he lived and he said in a ragged dehydrated voice like |
Papillon by the time he got to Devil’s Island |
«Oh, I’m homeless, but I live here, yeah.» |
I asked him how he was doing and he said, «I don’t know. |
I don’t know what’s |
going on. |
I don’t know what’s happening |
I don’t know where my right side is. |
I think I just woke up. |
I don’t know where |
my right side is.» |
He was standing upright but he did seem off-balance somehow, he was kind of |
falling forward |
I said, «Yeah, the world’s turned upside down right now and things are really |
fucked up.» |
He said, «I don’t know about that. |
All I know is that my hands are dirty and my |
arms are dirty |
And sometimes I’m holding something and it drops and hits my feet and it |
explodes up into my face like .» |
And he made an explosion sound like that, |
And then he said the same thing again, «My hands and arms are so dry and dirty, |
and I’m thirsty.» |
I said, «You're what?» |
He said, «I'm thirsty.» |
I said, «What do you want to drink?» |
He said, «Oh, anything. |
A soda, some water, anything.» |
I got two bottles of water and gave him the blue one |
My God, that guy had the bluest eyes, a Cool Hand Luke blue |
Before I left, I asked him what his name is |
He said, «William. |
William McGirt.» |
Caroline and I left and she asked what the guy said |
I told her and then I asked her, «What do you think happens to a guy like that? |
I mean, how is a guy who looks like Steve McQueen and has a movie-star name |
like William McGirt end up standing at the side of a gas station like that?» |
Caroline said, «It could be anything. |
Mental illness maybe.» |
I told her that he could have asked me to buy him anything and I would’ve |
bought it, but all he said was a soda or some water |
He didn’t ask for a bottle of whiskey or a case of beer, that guy was |
interesting |
We drove along the 49 past all the forsythias again and now the American River |
was to our west |
I said to Caroline, «I'm so stuffed from all that thick pita bread. |
I think I’m gonna skip dinner tonight.» |
She said, «Yeah, I’ll probably snack on something, I don’t feel like cooking |
tonight.» |
Just as we were passing Coloma, she said, «What is it about this land that |
caused a bunch of gold to be under it?» |
I looked to my right and gazed out the window for about twenty seconds looking |
at a market, a gas station, and some little mini-mall and some trees |
Then looked straight ahead and said, «I don’t know.» |
William McGirt |
William McGirt |
William McGirt |
William McGirt |