Sun Kil Moon - Soap for Joyful Hands lyrics

Walked back to the hotel last night
Tired as hell with my band
Madrid was canceled, yeah
Even with all those allegedly
Competent stage hands
They couldn't fix the calibration
On the PA system
And the snare drum was missing
And an amplifier was blown
And the feedback wouldn't stop hissing
They talked in Spanish
I gave them two chances to fix the thing
But they scratched their heads
And among themselves
They kept whispering and whispering
I asked a band member who understands
A little bit of Spanish
"What are they saying?"

He shook his head and said
"Don't think this show is happening"


Got into my hotel room and I called Caroline
Back in the States
She was cooking a turkey with
Her parents in LA, it was Thanksgiving Day
Though I was tired
I spent some time blow drying my socks
That I washed in the sink a few
V-neck T-shirts and a pair of pants
With some hotel hand soap
The wrapper said "Soap for Joyful Hands"
I went and laid down
Under the thin sheets of my Spanish bed
Fell asleep and had a dream
About the twin sisters
Whom outside the venue I met
It would have been great to slay the crowd
To thrown down on that stage
But it could not be done with
That old dusty outdated PA system
Dialed in for performance art and children's
Plays and stand-up comedians and magicians
It was not dialed in for dynamic bands
Who play a few decibels above medium

Before I went to sleep
I called all the guys in my band
About the lobby call in the morning and
The basic layout of tomorrow's plans
What time do we leave for Oporto?
When will the plane land?
My socks were hanging out to dry on the
Doorknobs, the curtain rods, on
The bedsides stands, even on the lamps
Washed with Madrid tap-water and
"Soap for Joyful Hands"

Seat 9C, Iberia Air
Al Oporto to Heathrow via Madrid
Last night, we played in a town
Called Espinho outside of Oporto, portugal
Our hotel was on the beach
And the air smelled so
So wonderfully tide pool-y
I went for a walk along the rocks
That went straight out into the ocean
And the rocks started getting slippery
When I got to the edge
I was about to take a
Photo with my disposable camera
When a sneaker wave came out of
Nowhere and I got hammered
I walked back to the hotel
Drenched with ocean and tide pool in my mouth
Getting drenched by that water out
Of nowhere, for me
That's what's life's all about
And I even love the routine stuff
The day-to day-to day-to day-to day
I find poetry in the day-to day
I find it in the
Emptiest, loneliest, most boring
And uneventful days
But, it's the curveballs that hit us out
Of nowhere that make us say
"Fuck, thank god I'm alive today!
Thank god I'm alive to taste the ocean today!
Thank god I'm alive to smell the
Fish soup and boiled shrimp today!"

That sneaker wave woke me up
And made me realize
What a gift I've been given in life
I've got friends who didn't get this
Far because they committed suicide
I've got friends who didn't get
This far because they had
Heart attacks and fell off the couch and died
I've got friends who didn't get
This far because of cancer, they died
That sneaker wave woke me up
And made me realize
What a beautiful gift I've been given
One day I'll wake up in Stockholm snow
And one day I'll wake up
To the sunshine in Portugal

Came back to my still-wet clothes
Washed with "Soap For Joyful
Hands" and Spanish water
And hung them to dry on the balcony
Of the hotel on shirt hangers
I went to play the show in Espinho
And we sang "I Love Portugal
I Love Portugal" i told them the story of
The first time we played
There in the 90's with the Red House Painters
When we played Soul Coughing last
Minute at a festival
And how we got whistled at and pelted by
Garbage thrown at us by the fans
And how it made me smile like Satan
How I met two guys named Vasco and Miguel
Who became my very good lifelong friends
After the show last night in Espinho
I met a woman who asked
"Mark, besides music
What are your other passions?"
I said, "I'm fifty years old, baby
I find laying on the couch very relaxing
And I also enjoy reading books
With my new reading glasses
And I enjoy being 50
And not suffering from pancreatic cancer
And I enjoyed waking up after
Being anesthetized from a
Colonoscopy and finding out I
Didn’t have colon cancer
You want to know what
My other passions besides
Living my dream of playing my music?
Those are your answers"
She said, "I just mean other passions
You know, things besides playing music
Dude" i said
"If I put any effort into other passions
I'd not be here standing in Portugal
Talking to you"

I said, "Do you get what I'm saying?
If I had any other passions like dairy
Farming or freeing animals from the zoo
I'd not be standing here
Right now in Espinho
Portugal talking to you" she said
"I'm not sure if you know what I mean
When I ask you if you
Have other hobbies or passions"
I said, "Look, there are three things I do
I play music and eat and
I watch boxing matches
To do what I do for a living, baby
Other passions would be called distraction
Having other passions would make me
One of those hobbyist musicians
Who takes twenty years to
Make four lousy albums"
It was raining outside and I said
"Hey, it's been a nice conversation
But, I gotta get going"
And I got in the van with my band and
We went to the hotel by the ocean
And I was like, "Fuck
My socks are still wet"
The socks I washed with
"Soap For Joyful Hands"
And now they're even more
Drenched the Oporto rain
And I was like, "Fuck, god damn"
Now I made my Madrid connection
With my plastic bag of wet

Socks in my luggage bag
On my way to Heathrow and when my plane lands
Going right for the hotel room
To hang my socks
To dry and wash with "Soap For Joyful Hands"
Now I’m on my way to Heathrow
And when my plane lands
Gonna pray that my socks washed
With "Soap For Joyful Hands"
Are dry for my show at
Shepherd's Bush tomorrow night
Because I don't feel like
Going to Westfield Mall
And shopping for socks
God, I hate that fucking place
It reminds me of being a kid when I was
Small and falling to my knees and going
"Mom, let's go home, I'm fucking bored!"

I know you're all thinking
"What's the big deal?
Just go to H&M and buy some new socks"
But maybe you don't think like I do, you see
I'm very sentimental about my socks
They're Christmas gifts from my
Sister and from
My father and my ex-girlfriend's grandmother
And there's a pair that in Ålesund
Norway I bought
I'm very sentimental about my socks
I wanna sleep tomorrow until 3:
30 in the afternoon
I'm fucking tired and I need
Some serious fucking sleep
I've been to fourteen different countries
In the last three weeks
Not for the money, not for the ego trip
Not for the potential after-show action
I'm here right now because this is my passion
I'm up here right now in front of you
Not because of the decision I
Made to become a musician
If I wasn't doing this
What else would I be doing?
Do I strike you as a man
Who would be English teaching?
I'm on airplanes every fucking day
Trying to get from Amsterdam to Helsinki
To Espinho to to Warsaw to
Oslo to Copenhagen to Dublin to Tel
Aviv to Reykjavik to Athens
Because baby, let me tell you something
This is my one life's passion

And if that girl I met in Portugal was here
I think she'd say
"Well, I think I've tapped into
One of your other passions
You're on some trip about socks
And it’s totally neurotic"
I'd say, "Yea, whatever you say
But look I wrote a song about it
A captivating song about washing
Socks in hotel sinks
Who else can give you that? Graham
Nash, Steely Dan, or Ed Sheeran
Glenn Hansard? The only guy in this whole
World who could write a
Poetic song about cheap hotel
Soap is Jonathan Richman
But it wouldn't be quite like mine
Because I'm a unique motherfucker from a
Town in Ohio called Massillon
Nobody can catch the poetry
In washing socks with
Hand soap at hotels like I can
You see asking me, 'Mark
What are your other passions?'
Would be like me asking Leonardo DiCaprio
'Hey Leo
What are your other passions besides acting?'
He'd call his agent and say
'Please remove this person
He's breaking my concentration'
Now have I made my point? I hope so

And when my plane lands
I hope my socks are dry overnight
That I washed with "Soap For Joyful Hands"
And when my plane lands
I hope my socks will dry overnight
For tomorrow I have a show
In Shepherd's Bush that I
Washed with wintery tap-water and
"Soap For Joyful Hands"
And when my plane lands
I hope my socks are dry overnight
That I washed with "Soap For Joyful Hands"
And when my plane lands
I hope my socks will dry overnight
For tomorrow night's show at Shepherd's
Bush that I washed
With "Soap For Joyful Hands"
And Madrid tap-water and when my plane lands
And when my plane and when my plane lands
And my plane lands and when my plane lands