Mark Kozelek

Mark Kozelek - Weed Whacker songtekst

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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 f**k 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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