sentia-me melhor se soubesse que mark kozelek não tocava hoje à noite canções como esta. a sério.

you moved up near the winery

i'm down by the oil refinery

you left my rags for his riches

left a note best wishes

our cats still go out at night

coolin’ in the moonlight

and the lights of martinez

scatter on the carquinez

i play guitar ‘til morning light

alone with it i've built my life

met some lovers through my skills

some have lasted, other just fill time

remembering you there with me

taking walks along the sea

years fly by cursing us all

end of summer, end of fall, winter, spring

listening to almeida play pavane for a dead princess

tárrega and albéniz and his own discantus

santos versus benítez

espada versus quevas

ray leonard versus duran no más no más

my tv glows, my ceiling fan hums

iron mike broke bones,

julian bream played the chaconne

bobby fischer took rooks

smokin’ joe threw hooks

robert burns wrote poems

ed gein dug up bones

martin luther had a dream

you never did anything

you’re up there in the vineyards

using some pretty words

eat at french laundry, burnin’ through money

and i’m here eating pistachio nuts

over by the taco truck

scribblin’ words on receipts

just go on and repeat

i walk along the service stops

and the antique shops

come home in the evening

hear the dogs howlin'