Sun Kil Moon - Couch Potato lyrics

Techies walkin' around, takin’ shots at the
Junkies i miss San Francisco
Circa 1990's it
Was peaceful then and the world was
Much less whiny, I read books, conversed at
The cafes, and y'all went out to
The movies pre Twitter shit
No emotion-alterin’ the
Rise of technology pre-Facebook shit, and all
My dumb Idiocracy, pre bandwagon shit
No knee-jerk
Posts triggerin' arguments about
Aziz Ansari's dates, and the
Accusations against Morgan Freeman
Homelessness was sad
But we didn't try to erase them from
This city's history and throwing names
At them that are demoralizing, uncool, and
Derogatory what's it to you, some use your
Land, under a pretty palm tree down
The street? What's it to you


Some bus stop's somebody else’s lavatory?
All you do is
Stay in and order food from your apps anyway

Potatoes, potatoes
Whiny goddamn couch potatoes
Potatoes, potatoes
Whiny goddamn couch potatoes

And you’re hijacked by everything
That pops up on
Your phone and you're angry about it for
An hour until the news diverts your attention
By throwing you another bone and yeah
You’re justified in being angry the kids are
Being pulled from their parents
At the border
But when Obama had illegal immigrants thrown
Out of the country left and right
Y'all thought he was adorable made you feel
So good to love the
Smiling light-skin black man, but like I
Said, illegals were being thrown out
Of the country under him
I wrote a song once for
An immigrant, years ago
Who broke the law he had
Three kids three kids and
He was sent back to Mexico where his wife
And kids didn't even get a
Phone call under Obama
Guys were getting sent back to
Their birth places y'all
I sang that song for you
And you requested it
At my shows! That song, if you all remember
Was called Gustavo

Don’t give much thought to Gustavo
I don't give much thought to Gustavo
I don't give much thought-
You thought that song was funny you thought
The song was sweet that it was
Cute, you didn't think about those kids
Gettin' pulled from their daddies much, did
You? But now your hearts hurt from the
Kids being pulled from their mommies and
Daddies, aren't you? What's
Been happening for
Years is just now the news
Just finally spin it in a way
That alarms you this whole
Agenda promotin' the orangutan
Who came from the zoo who's gonna
Be the president again, mark my words, thanks
To the news and social media, and thanks
To couch potatoes called you
They ain't even human
Beings to the people who are on
The news just dollar signs then, you're just
All just a bunch of junkies
Sniffin' their booze sniffing
Whatever the anchor man decides to sell you

Sniffers, sniffers
Bunch of goddamn booze sniffers
Sniffers, sniffers
Bunch of goddamn booze sniffers
Sniffers, sniffers, bunch of goddamn-

I'm telling you people, if you keep
Pecking away at your phones, donald Duck
Gonna be in office eight years, cause
Of prophecy Donald gonna be there
Two full terms, that's for sure so
With the San Francisco homeless, and
So the pimps and hoes I don't
Mind the pimps and hoes
And the bums pissin' in the alleys
And nobody else did until
San Francisco sold it's ass
To Silicon Valley now
The rich want to be catered to, they
Want perfection
They don't want poverty in their
Streets but the poor gonna stick around
And in time
All the techies gonna retreat they never
Gave a fuck about the Golden
Gate Bridge or the beautiful terrain or by
Cafe Trieste where they hate Ashberry
Or the Jefferson
Airplane they'll be packing up
And leavin' on the
Google train maybe move to Jellystone Park
If we're
Lucky, and they can cry to Yogi Bear about
All their pain don't get me wrong
Do not think that I don't care i've employed
More illegal immigrants than the average Joe
On his lunch break in Union Square i've
Given lots of pesos to kids in
The streets of Guajaca
Mexico i bought their chapolinis
Every morning from their wooden
Bowls me myself
I got an idea of how this president
Came to office people
Believin' the predictions
Of Don Lemon as if he were Nostradamus people
Started givin' platforms to Paula Deen and
Paris Hilton people started to
Believe in headlines
That are as believable as bigfoot sightings
And Rumpelstiltskin

This morning
I had a dream that I was with Caroline at
A cafe somewhere in California, it
Felt like somewhere in Belinas
Lots of daylight comin' through the windows
There was a band playing
At the corner we met the drummer
He kinda looked like Jack Kilmer
He told us that his
Brother plays a percussive
Instrument with strings, like guitar
Strings, they played most did not sustain
But went pling pling he told us
He was gonna drive
Some place neary to pick up some drumsticks
And he asked if we wanted to come along
Caroline said "I'll stick around
At the cafe"

But, I said I was up for the ride if
It wouldn't take too long and we were
Drivin', I asked "where's your
Brother live?" and he
Said Long Park and I said "Actually
I've been there does your brother play in
The house band with the Long
Park wine factory?" He said "Yes", and I said
"Well, I think I've seen him play, a
Long haired guy?" he said
"that's him" and kept
On driving and driving, further and further
And I asked him where
He was going he said "To
San Francisco you said
You needed a ride, right?" I said "No, man
I thought we were going to
Your rehearsal space to
Get some drum sticks, right?" He said "No
I'm heading to San Francisco
I thought you said that's where
You live" i said
"I do, but hold on, stop the
Car, tell me we are
You Jack Kilmer-faced kid" he pulled over
And I called Caroline and
Told her where I was he dropped me off on
The side of the side of the road somewhere
In Northern California
I waited for Caroline to pick me
Up and I woke up from the dream
And I walked down to Aquatic Park

And from the pier, I looked out into
The fog soakin' up the air
I could barely see Tiberun
Fisherman were fishing
On the East side of the pier
Every day it's my pleasure to walk
Out here three seals poke their
Heads up from the water these
Beautiful things are why I
Moved here a man was giving
Sailboat lessons to a
Younger man from there
I walked to Levi's store and
Bought a warmer jacket nathan
Overslept and I went
And knocked on his hotel door past
The City Lights bookstore and
The North Beach Hotel i waited
For him down in

The lobby watched a young girl ask the
Lady at the front desk if
She knew how to get to Yosemite
And Nathan and I went and
Ate sandwiches at Malinari's we went to
City Lights and I talked to
One of the employees i bought the
Book about the boxer from
Modesto, Fat City i bought the book called
Antisocial Media about how
Facebook undermines
Democracy told the staff I was gonna
Post a photo of the
Book on my social media pages and
One of them said "that's funny"
Then Nathan and I went to Trieste
I got an iced tea
He got a coffee i said to the
Guy "I see you're starting the
Day with the music of Air Supply"
And we walked back up the
Point to the mural of Paul Kenton passed
City Lights again and in the
Storefront was a huge selection of Bukowsky
And we walked up through
China Town through Jack Kerouac
Alley bought some cucumbers
And some blueberries everything was
Harmonious and merry
We walked past Le Hung Lao and I
Thought of the chap dumplings that are
Always delicious and savory everything
Reminded me of what

It was about the city that first
Spoke to me and as we approached High
Street Studio we tend to want
The homeless as they've always been
Minding their own i sang about everything
Leading up to waking up and
Walking to Aquatic Park all that must
Have been sparked by articles
My friend had sent me
Sensational headlines and
Attention-grabbing posts like "Medical
Convention was relocated
From San Francisco to LA cause doctors are
Scared" "Last year at same convention
Somebody's purse was stolen" "I'm
From a third-world
Country, and San Francisco is
Worse" "Norway valley
Shocked and disgusted by the
Homeless" "Middle-age tech
Guys angry cause they saw feces
On the street corner once" I
Don't know what it is
That they see or feel i told him, man
There are places for people who can't
Hack the city they are
Called "sotos" "" or "" or

"Hercules" all I know is
This morning, I saw the
Seagulls flying above me, and from there
The day moved along peacefully and
Here in the studio
I'm singing tunefully to the music
Of Jim and Di
And me, joyfully we took a break
Went out for dinner the
Waitress asked the guy
At the table how he was doin' said
"The world's all messed up, but me
I'm doin' fine"