Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is My Dinner, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song This Is My Dinner, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 31.10.2018
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
This Is My Dinner |
Arrived last night to the dark city of Oslo |
Along the highway to the hotel, Ben pointed out the snow |
I stepped outside, and the cold air pinched my nose |
I recalled the many times I’ve come here before to play shows in Oslo |
And in all of those times there are so many positive associations |
Even playing the So What Club with my old band, the Red House Painters |
And my times playing here solo acoustic |
There was always a tall redheaded guy following me around |
The King of Convenience |
And I remember taking off from the venue with a blonde |
And her boyfriend came knocking on the back door |
Out for my blood |
And she sent me out the front door fast |
And I went running down the cold street |
Watching over my shoulder, my heart was pounding fast |
I was worried for my life |
And I was young and I was single and I have no regrets about it |
When you’re in your twenties, in my opinion, nothing should be off limit |
I don’t really know what her boyfriend’s problem even was |
It’s not like something threatening was going on |
She was just jerkin' me off while I watched her suck my thumb |
The most memorable drive I ever had in my life was from Bergen to Oslo |
There were no signs of life |
Now and then, just a single bird or a boat |
And the ominous silver-black mountains |
Off in the distance along the water |
And in that moment I knew why Norway had the market on black metal |
I’m pretty sure the movie Trolls was filmed in that area, from what I can |
remember |
But its scenic beauty could never be captured in pictures |
Every time I play in Norway, it’s been a special time |
I played all the cities in Norway |
Not just Bergen and Oslo, but also Trondheim |
Actually, there are a few that I don’t love that much if you’ll allow me to be |
candid |
The city of Tønsberg and the city of Stavanger |
Too many dudes with their eyes glued to their phones |
I remember telling them the importance of relationships |
But it seemed low on their priority lists |
My worst memory of Norway was playing a festival in Giske |
I got a call that my cat lost her ability to walk |
And she was very sick |
And I loved that cat more than anything in the world |
She shared my bed with me for sixteen years |
She was my little baby girl |
So I booked a flight out of the island of Giske |
With hopes of getting home in time to see my kitty cat |
Before she took her last breath |
The whole thing was so upsetting |
And the anxiety was building up so badly on the plane |
And I kept writing in my journal, «Please Pink, don’t die on me |
Please Pink don’t die on me |
Please Pink don’t die on me when I’m up there in the sky |
I’ll hate myself forever if I could not kiss you goodbye» |
But she waited for me, when I got to my house |
She was laying there lifeless on the couch |
I told her how much she meant to me, and all the joy she had given me |
If there’s a god up there, I pray to him that she heard me |
And of course, how could I forget my visits to dreamlike Ålesund |
Everyone asks me, «Mark, who’s the girl in the song?» |
She knows who she is, and to reveal it would spoil it |
Leave the song alone, don’t ask questions about it |
Leave the song alone, make your own connections with it |
Leave the song alone, don’t ever try to overanalyze it |
Leave the song alone, don’t dissect it like a dead frog |
Leave the song alone |
I got a lot of friends in Norway |
And I have to say my heart was broken when I heard about the guy who bombed Oslo |
And killed the little children on their summer vacation |
People in America complained about his sentence being so light |
But this shit happens every week in my country |
So your country is doing something right |
I hate to bring this subject up |
‘Cause it causes my stomach to get sick and uptight |
My point is that Norway is peaceful |
And you’re doing something right |
I love so many things about Norway, and how they do Christmas right |
The candelabra in the window, it’s so subtle at night |
When I tell Scandinavians how good they’ve got it |
They just roll their eyes and say |
«But it’s so dark through the winter and it gets very depressing» |
I’m gonna tell you something, Norway, and this is no lie |
I’ve traveled all around the world and Norwegians have the most beautiful eyes |
The only thing I know that had more beautiful eyes than you |
Was my precious little cat, her eyes were green and blue |
I miss you to death, but I want to thank promoter Bernt Jacobs |
My friend from Norway |
He’s a caring and very thoughtful person |
He’s the one who arranged the flight to San Francisco for me |
Out of the island of Giske |
So I could get home and see my cat and give her one last kiss |
And I even remember a time when I played this exact same venue |
Some guy in the back seat got up and shouted |
«Mark, I got something to tell you» |
I said, «Okay, what is it?» |
and he said, «I hate your fucking guts» |
And he rushed off in a huff |
I told him, «When you leave and you’re crossing the street, I hope you get hit |
by a bus» |
You gotta understand, he insulted me first |
And on tour, I don’t sleep much |
You gotta understand what I said, that was not me |
We all have our moments and that guy was sniffing glue |
And I was high on sleep deprivation |
Anyhow, I’m over it, I love you all and that’s no lie |
Of all the countries I’ve played |
Yours is the most organized |
And the fjords are so beautiful and the salmon melts in your mouth |
And the girls are so stunning |
Even the three I met in Stavanger, down south |
There is one I’ll never forget, how could I not remember? |
She promoted my show and she showed me a Snickers bar |
And she said, «I'm so fucking broke, this is my dinner» |
I said, «If you like, I could give you a few hundred of my Norwegian kroner» |
She said, «No ethically, I couldn’t take your money, Mark» |
And that was the last time that I ever saw her |
And my very favorite memory of Norway was playing the Garage in Bergen |
There was an old man running the place named Dennis and we got to talking |
He had a contagious smile |
And we shared a bottle of sparkling water and a loaf of bread |
It really wasn’t much of a conversation |
It was more like a one-sided monologue from Dennis |
And I listened very close |
‘Cause Dennis was older and wiser than me |
I believe his last name is Reksten |
He doesn’t have Facebook and neither do I |
So if you see him, please tell him Mark Kozelek said «Hi, and God bless him» |
And thank you Oslo and Norway for coming out tonight |
We’re happy to be here |
Playing music for you on this cold November night |
Sharing music with you, this is what I dreamed of all my life |