Sun Kil Moon, Sun Kil Moon - Ben's My Friend lyrics
[Sun Kil Moon, Sun Kil Moon - Ben's My Friend lyrics]
I woke up this morning, August 3rd
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe
Went to New Orleans and went to see my family
Woke up this morning and it occurred
I needed one more track to
Finish up my record
I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired
Laid on my bed too long, a little down
A little tired
Met my girl and we walked down Union Street
I was scattered and my head was
In a bunch of places
Bought a $350 pair of lampshades
And we ate at Perry's and
I ordered crab cakes
Blue crab cakes blue crab cakes
Blue crab cakes
She said I seemed distracted and asked
What was going on with me
I said, "I can't explain it
It's a middle age thing"
She said, "Okay, " and ate her eggs Benedict
And I looked at the walls
Cluttered with sports bar shit
Sports bar shit sports bar shit
Sports bar shit
Got on the phone and I called my mother
And called my father
Talked a little bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter
And she's getting used to venison
And my dad's still fighting
With his girlfriend
About his flirting with the
Girls in Panera Bread
My mom is good but sounded out of breath
I worry so much about her, I worry to death
I worry to death i worry about her to death
I worry to death
The other night I went and
Saw The Postal Service ben's my friend
But getting there was the worst
Trying to park and getting up the hill
And find a spot amongst the drunk
Kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the
Crowd of eight thousand
I thought of Ben when I met him
In 2000 at a festival in Spain
He was on the small stage then
And I didn't know his name
Now, he's singing at the Greek
And he's busting moves
And my legs were hurting, and my feet were
Too i called him after, said
"I'll skip the backstage "Hi bye"
But thanks for the nice music
And all the exercise"
And we laughed and it was alright
And we laughed and it was alright
And it was alright
There's a thin line between a middle-aged
Guy with a backstage pass
And a guy with a gut
Hanging around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty years
Younger at least
I'll leave with this, not my fondest memory
I carried my legs back down the hill
Gave my backstage passes to
Two cute Asian girls
I drove to my place near Tahoe
Got in my hot tub and I thought, "Well
That's how it goes" and it was quiet
And I was listening to the crickets
And Ben's still out there
Selling lots of tickets
And though I'm contented
There's a tinge of competitiveness
But Ben's my friend, and I know he gets it
Then, in a couple of days, my meltdown passed
Back to the studio doing twelve-hour shifts
Singing a song about one thing or another
Another day behind the microphone this summer
This Tenderloin summer
This Tenderloin summer
This Tenderloin summer
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe
Went to New Orleans and went to see my family
Woke up this morning and it occurred
I needed one more track to
Finish up my record
I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired
Laid on my bed too long, a little down
A little tired
Met my girl and we walked down Union Street
I was scattered and my head was
In a bunch of places
Bought a $350 pair of lampshades
And we ate at Perry's and
I ordered crab cakes
Blue crab cakes blue crab cakes
Blue crab cakes
She said I seemed distracted and asked
What was going on with me
I said, "I can't explain it
It's a middle age thing"
She said, "Okay, " and ate her eggs Benedict
And I looked at the walls
Cluttered with sports bar shit
Sports bar shit sports bar shit
Sports bar shit
Got on the phone and I called my mother
And called my father
Talked a little bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter
And she's getting used to venison
And my dad's still fighting
With his girlfriend
About his flirting with the
Girls in Panera Bread
My mom is good but sounded out of breath
I worry so much about her, I worry to death
I worry to death i worry about her to death
I worry to death
The other night I went and
Saw The Postal Service ben's my friend
But getting there was the worst
Trying to park and getting up the hill
And find a spot amongst the drunk
Kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the
Crowd of eight thousand
I thought of Ben when I met him
In 2000 at a festival in Spain
He was on the small stage then
And I didn't know his name
Now, he's singing at the Greek
And he's busting moves
And my legs were hurting, and my feet were
Too i called him after, said
"I'll skip the backstage "Hi bye"
But thanks for the nice music
And all the exercise"
And we laughed and it was alright
And we laughed and it was alright
And it was alright
There's a thin line between a middle-aged
Guy with a backstage pass
And a guy with a gut
Hanging around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty years
Younger at least
I'll leave with this, not my fondest memory
I carried my legs back down the hill
Gave my backstage passes to
Two cute Asian girls
I drove to my place near Tahoe
Got in my hot tub and I thought, "Well
That's how it goes" and it was quiet
And I was listening to the crickets
And Ben's still out there
Selling lots of tickets
And though I'm contented
There's a tinge of competitiveness
But Ben's my friend, and I know he gets it
Then, in a couple of days, my meltdown passed
Back to the studio doing twelve-hour shifts
Singing a song about one thing or another
Another day behind the microphone this summer
This Tenderloin summer
This Tenderloin summer
This Tenderloin summer