My dad turned 87 yesterday His sister would have turned 83 on Monday I gave him a call, gave him my condolences And told him Happy Birthday And I could hear it in his voice that he had the blues Damn if I was the only one left standing of nine siblings I'd have the blues too
But we talked awhile and as always through his blues I could hear his positive spirit Don't know how he manages to shine so bright But he made it to 87 so he must be doin' something right I talked to cousin yesterday from about one to two We talked about the old days and of course we talked about Her mom passing away too We talked about the new days and how far we've come From bein' little kids playing out Navarre on a lawn
Cloudless innocence is wasted on the young Cloudless innocence is wasted on the young
Cloudless innocence is wasted on the young Cloudless innocence is wasted on the young
Oh my god what a year's it's been I lost three friends and one of those friends was a relative To a bug that I was skeptical of back in March But when you lose loved ones to that bug You know it ain't no farce
Then I spent all day in bed tryin' to decompress To give the high-pitched tinnitus ringin' in my ears a rest And to not look at a computer glowin' Or a phone all day And to bask in the digital-less-ness
I read three chapters of John Connolly's The Dirty South Takes place in small town Arkansas Black women are bein' found dead and Charlie Parker's at the local jail Tryin' to figure it out
And Thanksgiving is approaching On the cement sidewalks small traces of fallen leaves are encroaching And it gives me comfort to know I'll be spending Thanksgiving with you And your family in Telegraph Hill I'll be around for the holidays this year just like Jimmy Stewart
Last Thanksgiving we spent together was years ago Reykjavík It was so cold and dark in the hotel we stayed and never left Looking back that time was like a dream I was playing to a full house, playin' my guitar and singing
I miss my mom and my dad but word has it, it ain't time to travel Numbers spiking in Ohio, best to stick around San Francisco We can get on the phone and we can laugh and cry We laugh about Panera Bread adventures And cry about Aunt Mimi who less than a week ago died
I got a flu shot today and had a nice talk with a bank teller About her year and how it's turned out for her family and her And we talked about gratitude She said "Mark, for things being so grim you seem to have a good attitude"
I said "You never heard that song PMA by the Bad Brains?" She said "Who, what are the Bad Brains?" I said "Ah they were a punk band with a song called PMA it means Positive Mental Attitude. There's a documentary on them. It's called" Then she interrupted me said "Have a nice day Mark."
I'm grateful to my friends who've gotten On the phone with me and talked to me And to those of them who took the time out to tell me that they love me
We all agree it's been a bad year but I've gotten to know Some people better this year than I have in the last 20 years or so People start opening up when the world is full of chaos and fear Us songbirds are scared because we don't fall under what constitutes necessity WWE will be back in full swing before live music and that's a pity
And yeah somehow I got gratitude For my health, for the roof over my head, and you And my mom and dad are still livin' And I got music, so therapeutic and soul nurturing And each day I can hear my higher powers
Foghorns blowing, birds chirping Kids playing, the wind blowin' the tree With pink flowers
I look outside and see other higher powers My succulents thriving The wet parking lot from last nights' rain showers The seagulls flyin' from my fire escape toward the Wharf The blue sky that fades into creamy blue/gold as the sun sets
I feel like a speck of dust in light of all of it I feel invisible and at peace and I embrace All the small things The soggy wet leaves contrasting The cold crispy Northern California breeze
And I remember bein' a kid and the first songs I ever sung "Comes a Time" and "Sugar Mountain" by Neil Young Cloudless innocence is wasted on the young Cloudless innocence is wasted on the young Cloudless innocence is wasted on the young Cloudless innocence is wasted on the youngTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
