Sun Kil Moon, Mark Kozelek, Rhds Schlr - Canadian Geese lyrics

Swimmin' in the American River today
There you are on the bank sunbathing
What a beautiful picture your
Bathing suit and shades
Oh you're a princess how did
I ever get so lucky

Canadian Geese I like watching them flow
And watching the old timers across
The river panning for gold
Oh the water's so cold yet refreshing
Ain't nothin' like swimmin' in a
River it's so decompressing

I'm a songwriter I'm a songwriter
I am through and through
And I'll be writing songs about you
'til I'm dead and blue
And you know I've lived a life
And that there's been others too
But nothin' comparеs to my life with you


Nothing compares to making love to you
Nothing comparеs to delicious cookin'
Nothing compares to how good I feel
When layin' next to watchin' TV and cuddlin'
Nothing compares with your
Kindness and patience
Nothing compares to your fragrance
Your radiance

Since I was 15 I've carried an affliction
Since I was 15 I've lived with a condition
And I'm workin' on it workin' on it
I'm workin' on it hard baby
I got friends in my corner
Advising and helpin' me
The first time I ever looked at you
I've thought, though I'm flawed
You're the one for me
And I'm the one for you

Was an eventful day I caught a lunker
I threw it back in the river it
Was a big orange carp clunker
And now you're in bed you're readin'
A book by Edward Bunker
Next to the framed photo of
My old cat Thumper
And I'm reading by John Fante's Full of Life
He admit's he's nothing without
Joyce his beloved wife

Wouldn't matter if I rolled around
In a Rolls Royce
Don't matter how many custom built
Les Pauls I own
Don't matter how strong my voice

Don't matter if I got a Golden Gate view
Don't none of it mean nothin' without you

This year has found me so
Down and full of gloom
But feeling full of gloom for
Me ain't nothin' new
I've been carrying it around since I
Was in my mother's womb
In fact there's probably still
A residue of gloom
Under the many coats of paint
In my childhood bedroom
But, I'm trying to drop this bag of gloom
Though I'll probably carry it around to
Some extent to my tomb
Call it gloom call it glum
I've carried some depression
Self-induced, maybe, I don't know
Maybe it's genetic
Sometimes I lay in bed 'til one or two
In the afternoon
Dreaming I'm onstage entertaining
Then I wake and think that
My god that felt great
Then I'm hit with the pain, that for now
Being on stage is no musician's fate
But my life is still quite dream
Bouncing back and forth between The Sierras
And San Francisco and New Orleans
With you my Queen
And from this day forward I'll
Strive to be your King
And here we are in Mid-October and before
We know it the years' gonna
Be over but damn, the Roma tomatoes
That we planted are still producing
And tall as little trees
I'll never forget our beautiful spring
And summer days this year, driving around
Old mountain towns, taking photos of
Old payphones, and planting mint
Parsley and
Basil in the garden, or driving to
The old Chinese town Isleton, where
We stopped along the Delta and talked
To a guy named Hugo
Who told us the history of the town
Or having Italian food in Rio Vista
And standing on a dock, looking out over the
Water, where Humphrey the whale resided for a
Little while that was your idea
Driving there you've come up with
So many ideas for us - things to do - road
Trips and little getaways
You've sensed my restlessness with
Not having tour
Dates and you've been so supportive
On days that I
Cried and worried about my career and felt so
Purposeless you're the strongest
Most patient, caring
Beautiful person I know
Now, my only purpose is to
Keep making art and to
Be the best person I can be to you
And to everybody I know i can't wait to see
You tonight when I'm back from the studio
To tell you about how Full of Life ended
John Fante's relationship with his dad
Is so much like
Mine my god my dads' gonna be 87
In November i can't wait for us to visit
Him he'll be so happy to see me
But even happier to see me there with you