Lyrics My Love for You Is Undying - Mark Kozelek
Though
the
dead
are
decomposing
Though
my
flesh
and
hair
are
thinning
Though
my
eyesight
is
fading
Though
the
planet
is
decaying
Though
the
haters
don't
stop
hating
Though
the
Gulf
Coast
is
flooding
Though
the
news
is
always
troubling
Though
the
headlines
are
befuddling
Though
our
time
is
disintegrating
Though
our
days
are
dissipating
Though
my
friends
keep
moving
Though
the
city
keeps
on
changing
Though
the
roses
are
drying
Though
the
orchid
petals
are
falling
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
Watching
a
fight
the
other
night
Valencia
Street
with
you,
at
the
burger
joint
A
guy
from
Nebraska
against
a
guy
from
Namibia
A
woman
was
outside
on
the
curb
crying
Two
men
were
consoling
her
by
her
side
Two
men
were
consoling
her
by
her
side
I
walked
out
and
asked
if
everyone
was
alright
They
said,
"We're
okay,
thank
you
for
asking"
"You
too,
have
a
good
night"
I
went
and
sang
some
songs
at
the
chapel
With
some
interesting
other
singers
Like
Blag
Dahlia
from
the
Dwarves
and
the
classy
Bob
Davenport
When
I
finished
singing
my
songs
A
girl
approached
me
and
said,
"Hey"
I
said,
"You
look
familiar,
how
do
I
know
you?"
She
said,
"You
don't
know
me,
my
name
is
Vivian
And
I
really
enjoyed
your
singing"
I
said,
"Thank
you"
and
I
shook
her
hand
She
said,
"I
listened
to
your
music
more
than
I
ever
slept"
I
had
no
reply
to
that,
then
she
nodded
to
her
friend
Then
I
reached
for
your
hand,
then
she
smiled
then
she
left
Though
my
hardwood
floors
are
getting
creaky
Though
an
unexpected
cat's
meow
can
get
me
shaking
Though
I
dehydrate
quickly
when
I'm
leaf
raking
Though
I
fall
asleep
less
than
I'm
waking
Though
my
guitar
tubes
are
oxidizing
Though
with
age
I'm
prioritizing
my
workload
and
my
socializing
Though
it
used
to
be
nothing
I'm
realizing
it's
now
all
getting
more
tiring
Though
Mayweather
is
retiring
Though
my
old
lamps
need
rewiring
Though
my
testosterone
is
expiring
Though
movie
directors
are
no
longer
calling
My
ears
were
ringing
so
I
went
and
met
you
For
a
dinner
at
the
Big
Four
As
we
got
to
walk
out
the
door
A
woman
said,
"Hey
mister,
you
dropped
your
wallet
on
the
floor"
My
jacket
hit
a
glass,
it
fell
to
the
floor
and
it
crashed
Everybody
looked
startled
as
if
our
names
were
Jaymes
and
Bartles
I
said,
"Hey,
it's
a
tight
space,
spare
me
your
pity
Coming
from
your
facelifted
faces
This
could
have
happened
to
each
and
every
one
of
you
too"
The
waiter
hurried
over,
Said
"We're
gonna
have
to
ask
you
to
leave,
sir"
I
said
"Hey,
I
was
leaving
anyhow
That's
the
last
time
you're
going
to
See
a
bad
guy
like
this,
that's
for
sure"
Thank
you
Antonio
Montana,
from
a
prison
in
Havana
From
a
boat
across
the
Atlantic
to
a
mansion
in
Miami
Though
these
words
may
need
refining
Though
I
much
prefer
reclining
Backstage
and
out
front
autograph
signing
Though
I
prefer
infrequent
flying
Though
for
perfection,
I've
stopped
trying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
My
love
for
you
is
undying
During
our
long
summer
staycation
We
attended
a
relative's
cremation
Her
bereaved
husband
sat
there
trembling
with
his
cane
Our
hearts
were
broken
Her
picture
was
so
beautiful
and
so
youthful
Everyone
was
mournful
and
tearful
Then
his
grandchildren
walked
him
to
the
car
at
the
end
of
the
lawn
Flowers
were
waiting
Though
so
many
there
were
grieving
There
was
no
doubt
and
no
denying
Of
a
love
undying,
of
an
undying
love
Though
some
may
find
my
specifying
agonizing
and
trying
Long-winded
and
unsatisfying
Others
may
find
it
hypnotizing,
comforting,
and
inspiring
Relatable
and
consoling
I
went
to
the
bookstore
the
other
day
The
counter
girl
was
scratching
at
her
hand
She
said
she
thought
that
it
was
itching
Because
of
all
the
cash
that
she'd
been
handling
I
said,
"It
could
be
that,
or
depending
on
where
you've
been
It
might
also
be
bedbugs"
And
she
looked
at
me
with
surprised
and
starstruck
eyes
She
asked,
"Are
you
like
the
real,
like
the
actual,
Mark
Kozelek?"
I
said,
"Yes,
I
am
that
man"
She
said,
"Oh
my
god,
I'm
like
a
really,
really
big
fan"
Then
she
said,
"We
should
totally
go
to
Panera"
I
replied,
"There's
a
Panera
Bread
in
San
Francisco?"
She
said,
"No,
there's
not
a
Panera
Bread
in
San
Francisco
Even
if
there
was,
I'd
never
meet
you
there
anyhow"
And
someone
said,
"Actually
there
is
a
Panera
Bread
in
San
Francisco
On
Geary
and
Masonic"
And
she
said,
"Well,
I
was
just
kidding
anyhow"
And
then
suddenly
there
was
an
awkward
silence
At
first,
I
thought
she
was
the
nicest
Then
suddenly
she
seemed
cold
as
ISIS
And
this
didn't
sit
well
on
my
midlife
crisis
Then
her
boss
came
over
and
threw
a
wet
blanket
on
the
good
vibes
He
said,
"Sir,
can
I
ask
you,
are
you
even
planning
to
buy
a
book?"
I
said,
"Well
I
was,
But
this
store
smells
like
an
old
Barn
full
of
old
Amish
musty
quilts"
He
said,
"That
will
be
enough
of
that
language,
sir"
I
said,
"Okay,
but
I
came
in
here
well-intentioned
And
that
mean-spirited
counter
girl
of
yours
totally
hurt
my
feelings"
He
asked
what
had
she
done
that
I
found
so
demeaning
I
said,
"She
engaged
me
and
then
for
No
reason
at
all,
venomously
stung
me"
He
said,
"You
might
be
overanalyzing
That
you're
exaggerating
or
bold-faced
lying"
I
said,
"No,
I'm
not
dramatizing,
Fictionalizing,
or
even
slightly
modifying"
He
said,
"I
think
your
brain
may
need
rewiring"
I
said,
"I
think
the
two
of
you
are
co-conspiring"
Then
they
laughed
and
they
looked
down
at
their
phones
Then
I
walked
out
the
door
and
was
on
my
way
home
Then
as
I
walked
along
the
road,
my
mind
hypothesizing
What
could
have
went
so
wrong
in
this
liberal
vegan
bookstore
Specializing
in
Charles
Bukowski
but
Doesn't
carry
the
new
Mike
Tyson
biography?
Then
a
sort
of
happiness
overcame
me
as
I
began
realizing
That
for
a
connection
I'll
never
stop
trying
Even
if
it
results
in
my
eyes
crying
When
I
stop
caring
is
when
I'm
dead
inside
My
heart
was
now
reviving
My
lips
were
now
a-smiling
Then
these
words
I
began
compiling
And
a
melody
started
forming
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