paroles de chanson Sublime - Mark Kozelek
Pretty
painting
of
flowers
on
the
wall
It′s
pink
and
blue
and
white,
and
that's
all
There
are
tuners
and
cables
on
the
floor
I
was
listening
to
David
Bowie′s
"Tis
a
Pity
She
Was
a
Whore"
There's
an
avocado
on
the
microwave
Oh
I
miss
you,
I
miss
you,
I
miss
you,
I
miss
you
babe
Thanks
for
sending
me
sunflower
seeds
And
my
favorite
imported
Japanese
green
tea
And
a
few
shirts
I
left
back
home
Those
look
better
than
these
photos
They're
taking
here
at
the
mobile
recording
studio
They′re
taking
photos
I
guess,
′cause
I'm
getting
old
They′re
taking
photos
while
they
can
Here
in
room
209,
overall
things
are
going
pretty
fine
Unlike
the
singer
of
Sublime
who
died
next
to
his
dog
Down
the
street
when
he
was
in
his
prime
I
walked
past
the
Oceanview
Motel
the
other
day
And
thought
about
a
lot
of
things
along
the
way
Like
how
we
used
to
bring
your
dog
to
the
beach
and
play
Like
the
Musée
Mécanique
that
went
away
Like
the
one
time
I
ate
at
the
Beach
Chalet
With
some
friends
I
haven't
seen
in
over
a
decade
Along
the
trail,
always
a
beautiful
array
of
California
flowers
I
wish
I
knew
their
names
so
I
could
sing
them
I
could
feel
the
oceans
pound
And
I
felt
a
light
shower
always
tingling
my
face
Then
I
ate
lunch
and
I
cleaned
my
plate
And
I
headed
west
back
to
the
Great
Highway
Stopped
at
Java
Beach
Café
A
girl
was
crying
because
a
homeless
guy
was
mean
to
her
He
yelled,
"I′m
from
El
Salvador,
motherfucker!"
and
he
left
I
saw
surfers
run
from
the
avenues
fast
to
catch
waves
There's
probably
an
(?)
event
Judging
by
how
many
of
them
were
running
And
how
fast
they
were
running,
I′d
say
Now
I'm
watching
CNN
and
there's
Al
Gore
Headline:
"Do
You
Think
the
President
Believes
in
Climate
Change?"
Recording
here
in
this
hotel
room
is
kinda
strange
It′s
like
a
Hitchcock
film
in
here,
but
it′s
a
good.
I
ran
out
of
words
just
now,
I'll
come
up
with
something
fast
That′s
how
I
work,
I
don't
stick
around
with
nothing
long
Now
I′m
gonna
borrow
a
line
from
2Pac
to
keep
things
moving
along:
He
said,
"We
don't
have
the
motherfucking
luxury
To
spend
this
much
motherfucking
time
on
this
one
motherfucking
song"
And
the
sun′s
going
down
And
the
fog
covers
the
Earth
And
the
sun's
going
down
And
the
fog
covers
the
Earth
And
the
sun's
going
down
and
the
fog
rolls
through
the
Earth
Like
frankincense
and
myrrh
in
a
church
And
the
sun′s
going
down
and
the
fog
covers
the
Earth
Like
a
kitty
cat
foot
on
your
Persian
rug
And
the
sun′s
going
down
and
the
fog
covers
the
Earth
Like
a
monstrous
spooky
ghost
And
the
sun's
going
down
and
the
fog
covers
the
Earth
And
my
windows
are
steaming
And
the
sun′s
going
down
and
the
fog
covers
the
Earth
Like
a
big
gray
thermal
shirt
on
a
big
man
And
the
sun's
going
down
and
the
fog
hovers
over
the
Earth
Like
Bon
Scott′s
soul
hovers
over
Perth
And
the
sun's
going
down
and
the
fog
moves
through
the
Earth
Like
a
bunch
of
grandmas
moving
through
Woolworth′s
And
the
sun's
going
down
and
the
fog
crawls
through
the
Earth
Like
a
big
fat
caterpillar
crawling
through
the
dirt
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