作曲 : Mark Kozelek
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 "
Send her home and shut the door
And we'd all laugh
And Micheline would walk down the street glowing
And smiling like she just got
Paul McCartney's autograph
Her brain worked a little slower than the others;
She wore thick-rimmed glasses
She took a different bus to school than other kids
And was in different kid 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
That was put away for her
And he went off with it
The cops caught up with him
He did a little time and cut too many years later
He's doing life in a Florida penitentiary with his father
Both of them for murder
Micheline Micheline
Micheline Micheline
Micheline Micheline Micheline
She wanted love like anyone else
Micheline Micheline Micheline
She have a dream 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 flipping 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-bottomed 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 f**king 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 L A ;
I think it was Huntington Park
I made friends with a kid named
Marceau 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
A palm tree or a lizard
Or saw an ocean or heard
David Bowie's
"Young Americans"
And I saw the movie
"Benji" in theaters
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
And he treated her really nice
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 were there the whole way through