Early June Blues - Sun Kil Moon

How do I live to be a hundred, baby?

To make sure that you grow old with me

And if we grow old, who’ll be the one to stay when the other is gone?

And besides us no longer wakes up

Who’ll be the one to go on after this bond we share

This beautiful romance together

And live without the other on planet disaster

We shared a few tears, but there’s so much more happiness and that’s all that

matters

Oh, there is smoke up in the sky from the refinery

I can see it from where I recline in my balcony chair

There’s a little black and white cat down there

By the picnic table he sees me and I see him

He’s unaware to pollution

He’s down in the weeds half asleep sniffing from the pollen

For those of you, who can’t find love and are unhappy

I send you a ton

Try not to fear human connection

Somebody’s out there for you

Just put your phone down

Get outside, start walking

Forget that ghost in the fog, cyber trolling

Find the kind who can share a meal without that look in their eyes that says:

«Can't wait to be bailing»

Who kinda sees the goodness in you

And you can make each other smile

A person who would drop everything

When someone who you loved died

Mh…

On the TV there is some news

A Chinatown shooter was on the loose

They caught him down near (?) and pacific

Hiding out in a place where I occasionally get my hair cut

And the other night when Muhammed Ali died

You arrived there by my side

And I was up, up, up all night

In a state and my stomach was tight

Watching the old film clips of the young and not so young Louisville Lip

Listening to Don King’s spirited insights

And George Foreman’s thoughts on Muhammed Ali are always a delight

And Kenny Norton ain’t around to share no words, though he brake Alis jaw

And Frazier is also gone, but not Leon

Yeah, I wish they’d talk to Leon Spinks

Ali put him on the map and I’d like to hear what Leon Spinks thinks

Oh, everyday there’s more bad news

Around the corner suicide bombers

Planes disappearing in the sea

And past the smoke I also see

The swaying eucalyptus trees

And come August you will see

Crape myrtles and full-bloomed (?)

Life ain’t always good but many times it is, folks

Oh, the light pours in your room

From over the hill and I am glued

On my back to your soft couch

But pretty soon I must fly

I won’t be back until the end of July

When I gotta go, my hearts get heavy

And it cries

Oh, how I hate these damn goodbyes

But playing music is my life

Food and water and music is what I need to stay alive

This year is gonna find me in Beijing

And Buenos Aires and South Dakota’s Rapid City

And Omaha and Tucson and Phoenix

And Pluto and Mars

And Saturn and Venus

But my favorite place to be is with you in my house

Which faces west

You’re coming over tonight

It’s foggy and cold

I hope the answer is yes