Альбом Sun Kil Moon

Does not exist, take an exit
I hear voices insinuating
Feeds me words to this song that I am saying
Sunlight 7:20 PM, early September

Standing looking at a photograph you don't remember
You look out of breath, and me like I am faking
As a matter of fact, I don't recall this being taken
You don't actually exist so I start shaking

Does not exist, take an exit

We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your
glasses. Oh no!
Just got a message said "Yeah hell is freezin' over"
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "boy go get a
sweater. Right now"
So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down
Right on down my throat
As we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
made of ashes
Gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands
with the masses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face goin' to punch you in your
glasses. Oh no!
I'm wearin' a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
Just got a message sayin' yeah hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "boy go get a
sweater. Right now!"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola cola!
I can feel it rollin' right on down oh right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down in the baths where they coat you
in molasses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And oh, my God, I feel so old
I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And oh, my God, they look so alone
Now, do they really feel anything?
Oh, my God, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Where do you move when what you're moving from
Is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
That never, ever, ever really ends
Infinity spirals out creation on the tip of its tongue
And it is saying
"We ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines, and you ain't land"
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
The plants and the animals eat each other

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And oh, my God, I feel so old
I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And oh, my God, they look so alone
Now, do they really feel anything?
Oh, my God, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Where do you move when what you're moving from
Is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
That never, ever, ever really ends
Infinity spirals out creation on the tip of its tongue
And it is saying
"We ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines, and you ain't land"
The plants and the animals, they are linked
The plants and the animals eat each other

Well, oh, my God, and oh, my cat
I told my Dad what I need
Well, I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
"Well," he said, he said, he said, he said
"Where we're going, I'm dead"

Won herself a pass to some far off moon
It was second class but what's to lose
And looking out her window she could more than assume
That you can't see air or time
She's the only rocketeer in the whole damn place
They gave her a mirror so she could talk to a face
She still got plenty lonely but that's just the case
With time, time, time
Started hearing voices sometime in June
Knew she could go crazy but not that soon
Now she doesn't feel lonely but she'd just as soon
Try, try, try
Man shot to the moon
I read a paperback and I want to come home soon
I'm shot to the moon


Been there a half an hour and I want to come home soon
Soon, soon, soon

Man shot to the moon

I read a paperback and I want to come home soon
I'm shot to the moon
Been there a half an hour and I want to come home soon
I'm shot to the moon
(4x)

I read a paperback and I want to come home soon

(Original lyrics: Brock/Green/Judy, Copyright: Crazy Gnome/Tschudi Music/Ugly Casanova (ASCAP))

Traveling swallowing Dramamine
Feeling spaced breathing out Listerine
I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell ya
And that you'd killed the better part of me
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I'd said and you know what I mean
But I can't keep focused on anything
We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
Traveling swallowing Dramamine
Look at your face like you're killed in a dream
And you think you've figured out everything
I think I know my geography pretty damn well
You say what you need so you'll get more
If you could just milk it for everything
I've said what I said and you know what I mean
But I can't keep focused on anything

Jesus Christ was an only child
Went down to the river
And he drank and smiled
And his dad was oh-so-mad
Should have insured that planet
Before it crashed
Working hard to make internet cash
Work your fingers to the bone sitting on your ass
I know now what I knew then
But I didn't know then what I know now

Penny found out as her hair was styled
You should hide you kids
While the dogs run wild
Jesus Christ was an only child
Went down to the river
And he drank and smiled
And his dad was oh-so-mad
Should have killed that boy
Before he even had

You're in the back seat and you say to yourself
"it doesn't matter anyway"
Weeds pulling weeds and your Blaming yourself
We're all indifferent in our own ways
You're in trouble now and you say to yourself
"My baby clean conscience anyways"
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself
"It doesn't matter anyway"
Four fingered fisher man alright
finger four fisher man so uptight
hello
you're getting on no one
you're both right
Four fingered fisher man alright

You're standing by the grey ice water
Out in the wind above ground out in the weather
You had yourself a crazy lover
Becoming frozen trying hard to forget her
You got a job up in alaska
To save what the cannery pays
There ain't no way to spend it
On a boat, it's a fish trap
You took the path of least resistance
On the phone cutting out talking
Short to long distance
You're standing by the grey ice water

Out in the wind above ground out in the water
You had yourself a crazy lover
Become unfrozen trying hard to forget her

You got a job up in Alaska
To save what the cannery pays
There ain't no way to spend it
On the arctic blast

Soon the chain reaction started in the parking lot
Waiting to bleed on the big streets
That bleed out on the highways and
Off to others cities built to store and
Sell these rocks
Well aren't you feeling real dirty
Sitting in the parking lot

Soon the chain reaction started in the parking lot
Waiting to bleed on the big streets
That bleed out on the highways and
Off to other cities built to make and
Store these rocks
Well aren't you feeling real dirty
Sitting in the parking lot

Convenient parking (is way back, way back)

Going to Colorado
To unload my head
Going to New York City
That's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all bled

Going up to Alaska
Gonna get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on the dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

Going up over to Montana
Got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida

I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
That's in New York, friends

Going up to Alaska
Gonna get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

Going up over to Montana
Got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida

Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I Don't think so.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I had to think a spell.
I had to think awhile.

And the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.

Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded on itself.
And said "Good luck, I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? (x4)

And the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How could I mind?

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me.

Well that is that and this is this.
you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
When the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded on itself.
And said "Good luck, I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? (x4)