Mark Kozelek - Weed Whacker Lyrics
He's tired of the studio environmentHe's tired of the tour schedule regimenHe's planning for his early retirementHe's gonna buy another house and get another renter to pay him rentHe's gonna buy another house and get another renter to pay him rentHe's living by the ocean and his lungs are full and oldHe's gonna take a break at his mountain house in the gold rush townI was dancing around in the backyard with my weed whackerI was dancing around in the backyard with my goggles on and my weed whackerI was dancing around with no shirt on and my weed whackerOn my acre of land, just me, myself, and I, and my weed whackerWalked into town, a guy in the coffee shop had a broken armI 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 calledCommon as Light and Love Are Red Valleys of BloodYou've probably never heard of themBy 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 themAre they black or are they white?," he said, "The singer is white"But he's not sure about the rest of themHe 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 treesHe's back by the ocean where his face almost looks like he's about to sneezeHe hears a Geary Rapid Transit bus going by from his windowHe sees the Cliff House sign, he walks alone downPoint Lobos Avenue, San Francisco, California, 940121Where's he going, I don't know where he needs to beWhere's he going, I don't know and neither do youCause actually none of us really know nothing about nothingThere's a dog named Cyrus, there was a dog named Sally MuffinDid I once meet, Kermit Ruffins didMy grandmas made good oyster stuffingWhen somebody tries to act like they know a lot about somethingChances are they're probably talking about a whole lot of nothingWhen somebody tries to tell you that they know a lot about somethingThey're probably talking about a whole lot of nothingAnd I'm reading Steinbeck's The Moon is DownIs 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 downSplit twenty thousand dollars I believe, not poundsDoesn'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 LizzySing a song, let's hear itIf you did, you had to be cryingIf you didn't cry, you're probably lyingWe don't see eye to eye and if we don'tLet's meet at the halfway lineI'll do the fishing, you'll do the fryingWhat's important is that we all keep tryingThat we don't keep hurting each otherAccept our differencesLet's find understanding and never stop tryingHey, did you see the breaking news?Are we smart or are we fools?In my backyard there's a swimming pool, it's never usedHey, there's a guy walking down the avenuePretty sure he's been through a lotHe always looks deep in thoughtHe always looks mildly distraughtI want to talk to him but I think I oughta notI'm projecting his hurt, but I don't know nothing about nothingMaybe he's walking to get a tea and a muffinMaybe he's meditating, maybe he's contemplatingMaybe at the end of the road, someone is waiting for himThere's a lot to be grateful for at the end of the dayI'm pretty sure I got a lot of help along the waySure I could use this verse to drop a couple of namesBut to me, you all supported me all the sameI don't forget who inspired me along the wayYou turn on the newsSomebody's hijacking, someone's terrorist attackingSomebody's hijacking a planeAn actor died and was no longer actingI was dreaming last night that I was in a shoe storeAnd they sold suitcases tooBut the one I liked was too heavyI said, "Hey, got any socks?"He said, "Yeah, they're up there on the shelf"And they were a very good valueThen I woke up to the ladies above me yakkingLike the Golden Girls, like them they had squawkingThey don't pause at all, it's nonstop talk-talkingI 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 rappingWho do you think you are anyway, LL Cool J?"They were right, who the ***** am I?I'm just a guy making music for SpotifyThe ceiling is thin, it's always beenIt is what it is, and it's beautiful to be aliveTo hear the buses going byTo see the raccoons crossing the street from the park at nightAnd now it's time to get packingBut not for any kayaking and not for any backpackingNot for any FedEx tracking, not for any safe crackingNot for any thumbtacking, not for any haystackingNot for any carjackingI'm packing to go do some weed whackingPretty soon I'll be dancing around in my backyard with my weed whackerDancing around in my backyard with my weed whackerDancing around in my backyard with my weed whackerDancing around in my backyard with my weed whackerDancing around in my backyard with my weed whackerDancing around in my backyard with my weed whackerDancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
