paroles de chanson Weed Whacker - Mark Kozelek
He's
tired
of
the
studio
environment
He's
tired
of
the
tour
schedule
regimen
He's
planning
for
his
early
retirement
He's
gonna
buy
another
house
and
get
another
renter
to
pay
him
rent
He's
gonna
buy
another
house
and
get
another
renter
to
pay
him
rent
He's
living
by
the
ocean
and
his
lungs
are
full
and
old
He's
gonna
take
a
break
at
his
mountain
house
in
the
gold
rush
town
I
was
dancing
around
in
the
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
I
was
dancing
around
in
the
backyard
With
my
goggles
on
and
my
weed
whacker
I
was
dancing
around
with
no
shirt
on
and
my
weed
whacker
On
my
acre
of
land,
just
me,
myself,
and
I,
and
my
weed
whacker
Walked
into
town,
a
guy
in
the
coffee
shop
had
a
broken
arm
I
said,
"How'd
you
do
that,"
he
said,
"Too
much
dancing"
I
said,
"Never
a
better
way
to
break
your
arm"
I
said,
"I
almost
broke
my
arm
today
too"
He
said,
"Yeah,
how's
that?,"
I
said,
"Weed
whacking"
He
said,
"Yeah
man,
Your
face
is
pretty
red
and
your
arms
are
all
scratched"
I
said,
"Are
my
eyes
going
bad
or
Does
it
smell
like
someone
went
camping?"
He
said,
"Man
you
seem
confused,
Like
might
need
a
little
bit
of
napping"
I
said,
"Yeah,
who's
that
in
the
background
on
the
radio,
rapping?"
He
said,
"They're
called
Sun
Kil
Moon,
the
album
is
called
"Common
as
Light
and
Love
Are
Red
Valleys
of
Blood"
You've
probably
never
heard
of
them
By
the
way,
it's
not
the
radio,
it's
Spotify"
And
he
said,
"What's
wrong,
you
look
like
you're
going
to
cry"
He
said,
"What's
wrong,
you
look
like
you're
going
to
cry"
"No,
I'm
alright
but
that's
right,
I
never
heard
of
them
Are
they
black
or
are
they
white?,"
he
said,
"The
singer
is
white"
But
he's
not
sure
about
the
rest
of
them
He
said,
"Man
you
look
confused,
can
you
count
to
ten?
Can
you
tell
me
if
it's
day
or
night,
or
what
month
it
is?
Do
you
know
where
you
are
right
now?"
He's
back
by
the
ocean
where
his
nostrils
are
full
of
cypress
trees
He's
back
by
the
ocean
where
his
face
Almost
looks
like
he's
about
to
sneeze
He
hears
a
Geary
Rapid
Transit
bus
going
by
from
his
window
He
sees
the
Cliff
House
sign,
he
walks
alone
down
Point
Lobos
Avenue,
San
Francisco,
California,
940121
Where's
he
going,
I
don't
know
where
he
needs
to
be
Where's
he
going,
I
don't
know
and
neither
do
you
Cause
actually
none
of
us
really
know
nothing
about
nothing
There's
a
dog
named
Cyrus,
there
was
a
dog
named
Sally
Muffin
Did
I
once
meet,
Kermit
Ruffins
did
My
grandmas
made
good
oyster
stuffing
When
somebody
tries
to
act
like
they
know
a
lot
about
something
Chances
are
they're
probably
talking
about
a
whole
lot
of
nothing
When
somebody
tries
to
tell
you
that
they
know
a
lot
about
something
They're
probably
talking
about
a
whole
lot
of
nothing
And
I'm
reading
Steinbeck's
"The
Moon
is
Down"
Is
it
me
or
somebody
else
in
my
skin
walking
around?
Did
I
once
stay
and
watch
the
Cliff
House
burn
to
the
ground?
Did
I
once
make
an
album
called
"Down
Colorful
Hill"?
Will
it
pay
ten
dollars
a
pound?
Somebody
hurry
up
and
write
the
answer
down
Split
twenty
thousand
dollars
I
believe,
not
pounds
Doesn't
that
make
us
the
coolest
guys
in
town?
Am
I
singing
or
am
I
talking?
What's
your
opinion?
Did
you
ever
hear
a
guy
called
Phil
Lynott
from
Thin
Lizzy
Sing
a
song,
let's
hear
it
If
you
did,
you
had
to
be
crying
If
you
didn't
cry,
you're
probably
lying
We
don't
see
eye
to
eye
and
if
we
don't
Let's
meet
at
the
halfway
line
I'll
do
the
fishing,
you'll
do
the
frying
What's
important
is
that
we
all
keep
trying
That
we
don't
keep
hurting
each
other
Accept
our
differences
Let's
find
understanding
and
never
stop
trying
Hey,
did
you
see
the
breaking
news?
Are
we
smart
or
are
we
fools?
In
my
backyard
there's
a
swimming
pool,
it's
never
used
Hey,
there's
a
guy
walking
down
the
avenue
Pretty
sure
he's
been
through
a
lot
He
always
looks
deep
in
thought
He
always
looks
mildly
distraught
I
want
to
talk
to
him
but
I
think
I
oughta
not
I'm
projecting
his
hurt,
but
I
don't
know
nothing
about
nothing
Maybe
he's
walking
to
get
a
tea
and
a
muffin
Maybe
he's
meditating,
maybe
he's
contemplating
Maybe
at
the
end
of
the
road,
someone
is
waiting
for
him
There's
a
lot
to
be
grateful
for
at
the
end
of
the
day
I'm
pretty
sure
I
got
a
lot
of
help
along
the
way
Sure
I
could
use
this
verse
to
drop
a
couple
of
names
But
to
me,
you
all
supported
me
all
the
same
I
don't
forget
who
inspired
me
along
the
way
You
turn
on
the
news
Somebody's
hijacking,
someone's
terrorist
attacking
Somebody's
hijacking
a
plane
An
actor
died
and
was
no
longer
acting
I
was
dreaming
last
night
that
I
was
in
a
shoe
store
And
they
sold
suitcases
too
But
the
one
I
liked
was
too
heavy
I
said,
"Hey,
got
any
socks?"
He
said,
"Yeah,
they're
up
there
on
the
shelf"
And
they
were
a
very
good
value
Then
I
woke
up
to
the
ladies
above
me
yakking
Like
the
Golden
Girls,
like
them
they
had
squawking
They
don't
pause
at
all,
it's
nonstop
talk-talking
I
went
up
there
and
asked
them,
"Please
keep
it
down"
I
was
kind
and
polite,
I
told
them,
"I'd
like
to
sleep
a
few
more
hours"
They
said,
"Hey,
You're
the
one
who
kept
us
up
all
night
with
your
rapping
Who
do
you
think
you
are
anyway,
LL
Cool
J?"
They
were
right,
who
the
fuck
am
I?
I'm
just
a
guy
making
music
for
Spotify
The
ceiling
is
thin,
it's
always
been
It
is
what
it
is,
and
it's
beautiful
to
be
alive
To
hear
the
buses
going
by
To
see
the
raccoons
crossing
the
street
from
the
park
at
night
And
now
it's
time
to
get
packing
But
not
for
any
kayaking
and
not
for
any
backpacking
Not
for
any
FedEx
tracking,
not
for
any
safe
cracking
Not
for
any
thumbtacking,
not
for
any
haystacking
Not
for
any
carjacking
I'm
packing
to
go
do
some
weed
whacking
Pretty
soon
I'll
be
dancing
around
in
my
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
Dancing
around
in
my
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
Dancing
around
in
my
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
Dancing
around
in
my
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
Dancing
around
in
my
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
Dancing
around
in
my
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
Dancing
around
in
my
backyard
with
my
weed
whacker
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