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letra de full of life - sun kil moon

july 6, 2020
i just finished john fante’s 1933 was a bad year. reading it made me realize i can’t write. not with emotional impact like that anyhow. that book has it all. at 17, dominic molise tries to f-ck his best friend’s sister, he steals tools from his dad, and believes he’ll be a rich southpaw pitcher within six months
caroline and i are just back from martinez. i went into the amtrak station there and asked the lady how far east it went
she said “chicago.”
i said “how long does it take, two and a half days?”
she said ” that’s right, two and a half days.”
“does this train go as far south as l.a.?”
“yes”
“how long does it take?”
“6 hours or 12 hours, depending.”
“depending on what?”
“if you want to take a bus from bakersfield it’s six hours.”
“how far north does it go?”
“seattle”
she watched me pacin’ around. i finally said
“yeah, i’m thinkin’ about just getting on a train and taking off.”
she said “yeah, well, there are a lot of people doing that right now”
i was just checking it out. thinking out loud. she didn’t seem to mind
caroline and i were the only people in there besides a kid sitting on floor looking at his iphone. he looked like he hadn’t washed his hair or cut it in a year
i don’t know what to read now. i’m going to open henry miller’s moloch, see how it makes me feel. but nothing makes me laugh like john fante but i don’t have any of his other books here with me right now
i just watched a little news. there were fires today. one in gilroy. one in fairfield. and one right under the george miller bridge at 2 pm. it looks like things are heating up over a confederate monument in downtown shreveport
came home from six days of bein’ away
checked on the dove who’d been outside my bedroom window
protectin’ her eggs
this last time i peeked she was gone
and there were her two little fuzzy ones
this past month the dove’s nest comforted me
like a guardian angel the mother dove protected me
have been so down this year, out of work, no work in sight
and now its july and for some reason i just came home feeling
full of life
so full of life i picked up john fante’s full of life
at city lights on columbus
ah they might have to change name of the street
because as of late christopher columbus is gettin’ a lotta heat
i gotta ask you
people burnin’ down statues
yeah i gotta ask you
did you knock down that statue
just after cashin’ the check
the donald trump wrote you
i don’t get you
you go knockin’ down statues
well maybe i’d join you
but i got somethin’ better to do
for in this song i might just take the opportunity to knock down you
and if i may, whoever this song is speakin’ to
may i suggest that your great great great great grandaddy
probably ain’t no better than that man who got the plaque or the statue
like said i said, i came home walked in the door, full of life
so full of life, full of optimism, knowin’ everythings’ gonna be alright
like said i said, i came home walked in the door, full of life
so full of life, full of optimism, knowin’ everything’ gonna be alright
but i slept alone last night and i missed you
i read henry miller’s moloch, or this gentile world
readin’ about his days as a young boss in the telegraph world
all about the racial tension between races in the bowery, new york 1920s
for laughs i read fante, for confidence i read nietzsche
for the truth i read henry

i closed the book missin’ my mom and dad and my sister and her girls
feeling disconnected and adrift in this 2020 world
i watched walk hard the dewey cox story from beginning to end
i rewound the part where dewey’s’ brother was halved
when dewey with his machete cuts his brother in half
yeah i laughed and laughed
i rewound it so many times for laughs
i love when the doctor says to his parents ‘this is the worst
case i ever seen of a kid gettin’ cut in half’

(speak english doc we ain’t scientists)

while we were gone, i walked in circles and circles through the graveyard
in a state of cogitation
there are usually two deer in there, a male and a female
but the last time i walked through there
i saw two people fornicating
yeah f-ckin’ in the graveyard
hey i don’t blame ’em
looks like fun, f-ckin’ in the graveyard
bein’ young
i don’t blame ’em, looks like fun
f-ckin’ in the graveyard
bein’ young
yeah where they gonna f-ck with everybody stuck in the same home
and an above ground pool and a flamingo in the yard
with a garden full of watermelon, squash and chard
they take their f-ckin’ to the graveyard
you ain’t gonna stop nature no you can’t
you can file complaints, vent your hates
let the blood boil in your veins
you ain’t never fully stop human nature

if someone wants his fentanyl fix he will find it
if somebody wants to f-ck behind a gravestone
they will do it
and of all things god d-mn those people were f-ckin’ behind two tombstones
husband and wife
each stone engraved with a pentagram

there hasn’t been a lot happenin’ this year i guess
if i’m singing about kids f-ckin’ in graveyards
but i have you and your love the two deer and now i have these three doves
but i turn on the tv and all i see are the cases of obliquity
if i spend too much time sittin’ around sedentary
i get panicky and take a few globules of melatonin to make me sleepy
i hate the news it gets me down
i’m so crazy fox makes me laugh cnn makes me frown

everybody’s talkin’ “black lives matter”
and now they’re sayin’ “don’t forget to include brown”
how come when i was in new orleans all those many years
black on black murders
i’d tell my white friends and they’d say ‘and?’
i’d tell my white friend’s ‘hey blacks k!lling blacks in new orleans is outta hand’
and they say ‘and?’
and they say ‘and?’
and they say ‘and?’

and i said, hey, are you sayin’ it don’t matter
because there were drug dealin, gang bangin’ or chasin’ somebody’ else’s tang”
they said well all that stuff you just mentioned is felonious
i’d say ‘no, you are erroneous
i always knew intuitively that black lives mattered
some kids are brought up in situations where all they know is what they see
and i can see in your eyes that a kid who got shot by kid in a new orleans’ shoot out
is less important than you and me
because when i used to tell you about black on black crime in new orleans
you would yawn
and now you’re tellin’ me that black lives matter on the phone keepin’ me up until dawn
as it never dawned on me
as if this whole time i’m been sitting’ un0bservant
not noticin’ white-owned restaurants and hotels with black servers

it’s not a trend i follow or information i’ve just come to gather
donn’t need to see it stenciled on a sidewalk
don’t need to be reminded by don lemon’s smirky talk
don’t need to be taught by teacher’s chalk

and hey if black lives matter, why do you live in an all-white neighborhood in portland oregon?
of course your protests are peaceful
because in oregon
there are no black people
and why am i even listenin’ to you
tellin’ about race
when my girlfriend is vietnamese
that’s right when i kiss her skin
it tastes sweeter than light girl’s skin
can i say that?
is that alright?
if a woman can say that she prefers a man of to be certain height
or that a man with a certain accent is her type
can i say like that darker skin woman turns me on more than light?

and maybe as i’m white i ain’t supposed to speak on this
well, anyone who tells me that eats fish ‘n’ chips

maybe ’cause i’m white they want me to sound like ‘dear prudence’
or john fogerty, or ted nugent, or rem who met as college students
or that just me singing about the subject is impudent

i’m just trying to i always knew that black lives mattered
and i’m so glad that in 2020
so many of you have come to gather and acknowledge
that black lives matter
to me it should be blacks lives matters a lot!
’cause where would jim carrey be if was not for keenan ivory wayans?
you see what i’m sayin’?
where would boxin’ box be jack johnson, joe louis and sugar ray robinson?
and where music be if it weren’t for robert johnson, louis armstrong
james brown, isaac hayes, marvin g-ye, michael j, nwa, hr from the bad brains, fats domino, chuck berry
sammy davis and miles davis?
where would art be without bill trailor and basquiat?
and where would writing be without mia angelo, james baldwin
and the autobiographies of mike tyson?
and where would comedy be if it weren’t for
richard pryor and red foxx and garret morris, eddie murphy, -rs-nio hall and martin lawrence?
and who would have guessed that the highest paid comedian of all time
in all the world’s history is kevin hart?

so as the sun’s comin’ up i look next to the window at the nest
at the mother dove and her young
feelin’ their comfort
feelin’ their detachment from this world situation
feelin’ their love will continue on no matter what
the political situation on the ground
they are three doves and all they know is love and protection
i feel their appreciation for the nook i’ve given them
i feel their affection
i open henry miller’s book moloch
one-minute pregosi is ebullient
the next minute he is crestfallen
isn’t that the way it is for all of this?

data are presented on 694 criminal homicide victims k!lled in the city of new orleans during four years; 1979, 1982, 1985, and 1986. the homicide rate for black males was 6.5 times higher than that for white males for the years studied. over 70% of victims were k!lled by handguns. when victims were assigned to one of five socioeconomic strata, homicide rates for blacks exceeded those for whites by a factor of at least 2.5 times for each socioeconomic stratum. white victims were more likely than were black victims to be legally intoxicated at the time of death, but black victims were nearly four times more likely to have illicit drugs other than alcohol detected. during the time period investigated, there was a marked decrease in the number of victims with pentazocine and tripelennamine (“ts and blues”) detected and an abrupt increase in the number of victims with detectable phencyclidine and cocaine levels. further studies are needed to investigate risk factors for homicide victimization so that effective intervention strategies can be employed

- sun kil moon

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