Sun Kil Moon - Micheline lyrics

Micheline used to come to our house
And knock on our door
My dad would answer and say
"What do you want, girl?"
And she'd say, "Can I take a bath with Mark?"
My dad would say, "My son ain't here"
And send her home and shut the door
And we'd all laugh
And Micheline would walk down the street
Glowing and smiling like she'd just gotten
Paul McCartney's autograph
Her brain worked a little slower
Than the others and
She wore thick-rimmed glasses
She took a different bus to

School than the other kids
And was in different kind of classes
When she got older
A neighborhood thug moved in with her
And started taking her welfare payments
He took her down to the bank
Helped her withdraw her savings
It was put away for her
And he went off with it
The cops caught up with him
He did a little time
And cut to many years later
He's doing life in a Florida
Penitentiary with his father
And both of them, for murder

Micheline, Micheline micheline, Micheline
Micheline, Micheline, Micheline
She wanted love like anyone else
Micheline, Micheline, Micheline
She had dreams like anyone else

My friend Brett, my friend Brett
My friend Brett
My friend Brett, he liked to play the guitar
But he had an awkward way
Of playing barre chords with two fingers
Spreading his index and middle
Fingers really far apart
One day, in band practice
He dropped like a deer was shot
And was flopping around like a fish
He had an aneurysm triggered by
A nerve in his hand
From the strain he was putting on it
I went to see him in Ohio
He had a horseshoe-shaped scar on his
Scalp and he talked real slow

We played pool like we did in our teens
And his head was shaved
And he still wore bell-bottom jeans in '99
I was on tour in Sweden when I called home
To tell my mom that I got a part in a movie
When she said "Mark
There's something that you need to know
Brett died the other day
You really should send a letter
To his mom and dad"
And I got on my train in Malmo
And looked out at the snow
Feeling somewhere between happy and sad

My friend Brett, my friend Brett
My friend Brett, my friend Brett
My friend Brett, my friend Brett
My friend Brett he had a wife and a son
My friend Brett, my friend Brett
My friend Brett he just liked to play guitar
And he never hurt anyone

My grandma, my grandma, my grandma
My grandma, my grandma, my grandma
Before she passed away we'd go and
Visit her at my aunt's house
When I was small
I couldn't bear the shape she was in
So at the top of the driveway
I'd sit in the car one day
I was just fucking around when
I put it in reverse and I was free-falling
I remember the car moving backwards
My heart was beating and I blacked out
Another car was coming down the street
And I totaled them both
And I got knocked out

My grandma, my grandma, my grandma
My grandma, my grandma, my grandma
First time I met her, she lived in LA
I think it was Huntington Park
I made friends with a kid named Mark Sullivan
And another kid named Cyrus Hunt
We'd go downtown and get ice cream and
Feed french fries to the pigeons
And talk to the handicapped vets from Vietnam
It was the first time I saw a hummingbird
Or a palm tree or a lizard or saw an ocean
Or heard David Bowie's "Young Americans"
And I saw the movie Benji in the theatre

My grandma, my grandma
My grandma, my grandma
My grandma, my grandma, my grandma
I heard she had a pretty hard life
But after her first husband passed away
She met a man from California
Who treated her really nice
My grandma, my grandma
My grandma, my grandma
My grandma, my grandma, my grandma
My grandma was diagnosed at 62
Her kids stepped up to the plate for her
And they were there the whole way through