Sun Kil Moon - Morning Cherry lyrics

Looking out over the Carquinez Strait
At the only highrise building
In Downtown Martinez
In-between that highrise and Port
Costa and Crockett
There’s a long stretch of glorious mountains
Untouched by cement, untouched by man
The land is green, the land is brown
The view is sanguine
Though the world’s been so down
It’s the beautiful California
I’ve been dreaming about since I was a child

The trees are bunched together
Like broccoli stalks
Above them, dry patches
Look like bright camel humps
The patches are dead weeds
From thе late-spring heat
That’s what the mountains look likе today
And boats are sailing out along the


White waves and the silver water
Fishing boats and sailboats and
All kinds of barges
My favorite barge is enormous
The cover are white and navy
The name of the barge is Morning Cherry
Hovering the water are seagulls, and inland
There’s the vultures
The sky is blue, the air is mild
The cats are in by night
The coyotes run wild
This is the beautiful California I
Dreamed of as a child

Pacific, the hills, the lemon orange trees
Lately I’m feeling reticent, quiet
Meditative and melancholy
Lately I’m feeling taciturn
And uncommunicative
I’ve been spending time in bed laying
Still and listening to the wind
Listening to the train
The smell of the eucalyptus trees
Coming through my open windows
And from my balcony
When I go walking I feel so frowzy
Oh my middle-aged
I feel it kicking in strongly
I feel aches in by bones and
My posture has been lousy
By mid-afternoon, I’m always drowsy

So I’ll walk to the water and
Take my time walking back
I asked a fisherman on the peer, "Hey
What are you catching?"
They say, "Stripers and halibut"
I say, "How do you have your poles rigged?"
He said, "30-pound test
And for bait we’re using sardines"

Well one guy’s got a band called Box Blaster
And he plays, "Hey there lonely girl
Lonely girl…" over and over
Everywhere I go, every drugstore
Every gas station
They’re playing somebody’s version of
"Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl…"
By Eddie Holman, Donnie Osmond, Shaun Cassidy
I guess the radio’s playing what they feel
Are universal songs in the world
For the many women who’ve got cabin fever

And as for you
I‘ll always feel love and fervor
And it never leaves, it’ll be there forever
Even when you’re sleeping across the bed
And you leave me here
To read and write and meditate
I miss you so deeply my dear went crazy
I wish you were sleeping here beside me
Right now, today
But I guess it’s good to have our time away

Now and then I hear
That train whistle blowing
From across the water or nearby
I hear a lawn getting mowed
Lately I’ve been reading John
Fante’s West of Rome when you got down time
You gotta keep your spirit and
Mind uplifted and intact
When you got down time
You gotta do what you can do to laugh
John Fante’s West of Rome, it makes me laugh

He’s got a dog named Stupid who
Tries to hump everything he sees
He’s got a wife that wants to leave
Him because John loves his dog, Stupid
More than he loves any other thing
And every time I turn on the news
Everything looks so hopeless and bleak
Black guys found hung in trees, it’s
Not the Jim Crow days anymore
We’re talking about 2020
Black guy in Minnesota choked to death
Another one shot in Georgia in the back
Watching TV all day is more
Toxic than smoking crack
But, if I watched the news all day
I’m gonna have a panic attack
They’re looping scenes over and over
And over and over
If I keep watching it makes me feel wack

I care a lot, but, I’m too old to be
Out messing around with protesting
Yeah, I’m 53, I’ve got nothing to prove
I’ve had blacks’ backs since I was a
Kid walking the streets of Downtown Massillon
I walked the tenderloin streets
Of San Francisco
I walked the streets of New Orleans
And when we walked together
I’ve always felt nothing but love and harmony

I’ve got to enjoy the little things in life
Like the way my cat scratches
Up my favorite chair, and laugh
I’ve got to look at sunflowers
And the orange and
Apple and lemon trees and enjoy my salt baths
I’ve got to enjoy the California sun
And the Bay Area breeze, you know?
And gaze at the water that flows between
The mouth of Crockett and Vallejo
Wait for my favorite barge to
Dock, the big one, colored white and navy
The one that made my, Morning Cherry