paroles de chanson I Cried During Wall Street - Mark Kozelek
Tonight
I′m
turning
in
pretty
beat
Getting
notices
that
my
flight
to
San
Francisco
might
be
canceled
From
New
Orleans
due
to
unusual
cold
weather
in
the
southeast
There
was
a
light
rain
coming
down
as
I
walked
down
Pretending
tonight
that
air
never
felt
so
chilly
If
my
flight
is
canceled
tonight
I
hope
I
get
to
stay
another
day
I
hope
to
see
my
favorite
three
New
Orleans
strays
Biscuit
and
Creampuff
and
Angryface
I
saw
Angryface
today
and
my
gosh
she
came
toward
me
From
the
porch
of
an
unusually
fast
pace
Angryface
came
toward
me
from
the
porch
Of
the
house
who
gives
her
scraps
And
I
let
her
warm
up
to
me
She
kept
rubbing
her
short-haired
gray
body
against
my
black
jeans
I
said,
"Goodbye,
see
you
the
next
time
I'm
in
New
Orleans"
And
I
went
to
the
cafe
across
from
the
Guest
House
like
I
do
every
day
And
I
walked
back
and
I
saw
Creampuff
Drag
a
flattened
Popeye′s
box
across
the
parking
lot
I
told
her
when
I
leave
tomorrow,
I'm
gonna
miss
her
a
lot
And
I
told
her
to
give
Biscuit
a
kiss
for
me
I'm
gonna
miss
that
little
Biscuit,
I′m
sad
I
didn′t
get
to
see
her
today
I
took
a
hot
tub
today
in
the
sauna
And
hit
the
punching
bag
at
the
gym
To
sweat
out
the
crud
that's
been
building
up
in
my
system
From
the
gumbo
and
the
dirty
rice
and
the
turtle
soup
The
rich
food
down
here
that
I′m
addicted
to
And
as
I
got
out
of
the
hot
tub,
the
air
was
so
cold
I
thought
about
getting
back
home
and
making
love
to
you
And
when
I
went
to
bed,
I
turned
on
the
TV
And
I
cried
during
the
middle
of
"Wall
Street"
The
touching
bedside
scene
with
Martin
and
his
son
Charlie
Sheen
When
Martin
had
a
heart
attack
and
they
were
both
sitting
there
crying
And
Charlie
said,
"I
know
I
never
told
you
this
before
dad,
but
I
love
you"
Yeah
I
love
my
dad,
yeah
I
love
my
dad
And
that
scene
in
"Wall
Street"
touched
on
my
worst
fear
The
thought
of
losing
my
dad
I
fear
that
day
that
I'm
beside
him
crying
next
to
his
hospital
bed
Don′t
know
what
regrets
I'll
have
But
I
know
that
"I
love
you"
cannot
be
said
enough
times
Yeah,
I
told
my
dad
I
loved
him
so
many
times
And
I
dread
the
"I
love
you"
that
will
be
the
final
time
I
already
don′t
like
goodbyes,
I
don't
like
goodbyes
Like
the
ones
that
I
have
to
say
to
my
love,
Caroline
Even
when
I
know
that
I'm
gonna
see
her
in
two
to
three
weeks′
time
Yeah
I
hate
goodbyes,
yeah
I
hate
goodbyes
I
even
hated
saying
goodbye
to
the
angry
face
cat
With
those
hungry
black
eyes
Then
it
was
1 AM
and
I
thought
"Hey,
damn
if
it
isn′t
Muhammad
Ali's
birthday"
January
11th,
they
light
up
the
street
from
my
home
It′s
where
he
eventually
lost
to
Spinks
at
the
Superdome
Then
I
watched
Faisal
Arrimi
throwing
bobs
at
Junior
Maximus
On
my
television
set,
filmed
in
Africa
Arrimi
did
well
but
lost
his
title
to
Junior
Maximus
Then
I
read
a
little
more
about
the
working
boy,
Ignatius
And
his
obsession
to
improve
social
injustices
At
his
place
of
work,
Levy
Pants
I
related
to
Ignatius'
obsessiveness
Some
will
call
this
a
song,
some
will
call
this
a
rant
And
those
who
call
you
crazy
For
being
focused
and
getting
our
projects
done
Maybe
they′re
just
jealous
of
their
genius
And
are
part
of
the
confederacy
of
dunces
Some
eat
popcorn
to
the
downfall
of
TV
celebrities
If
that's
what
you
choose
to
luxuriate
in
That′s
your
soap
opera
baby,
not
me
Then
I
put
the
book
down
Thinking
my
limbo
in
New
Orleans
has
ended
It's
time
to
go
back
home
and
play
a
concert
And
face
my
2017
expenses
Woke
up
this
morning
and
dusted
and
vacuumed
And
rolled
up
my
old
Asian
rug
That's
the
most
expensive
thing
in
my
home
And
I
don′t
want
it
destroyed
by
no
Gulf
Coast
flood
Then
I
walked
out
into
the
street
And
said,
"Fuck,
hey
what
do
you
know"
Right
below
that
palm
tree
on
Martin
Luther
King
is
a
patch
of
snow
Patches
of
snow
all
up
and
down
the
trolley
line
Called
my
girlfriend,
said,
"Is
my
flight
leaving?"
She
said,
"Yeah,
I
looked
it
up,
it′s
leaving
and
on
time"
I'm
on
United
Airlines,
seat
10D
A
middle-aged
man
in
a
sweatsuit
Is
playing
video
games
like
a
little
kid,
beside
me
And
I′m
reading
more
about
Ignatius
He's
at
work,
holding
up
a
banner
and
building
crosses
And
people
are
thinking
he′s
an
artist
I
like
reading
about
the
life
and
times
of
the
working
boy
Ignatius
Just
closed
the
book
right
now
because
I'm
tired
on
Chapter
7
And
here′s
where
the
words
for
my
new
album
had
just
ended
January
17th,
2018,
United
Airlines,
seat
10D
Can't
wait
to
see
you
baby,
can't
wait
to
see
you
baby
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