My Love For You Is Undying

edited February 2018 in Mark Kozelek

Though the dead are decomposing
Though my flesh and hair are thinning
Though my eyesight is fading
Though the planet is decaying

Though the haters don’t stop hating
Though the Gulf Coast is flooding
Though the news is always troubling
Though the headlines are befuddling

Though our time’s disintegrating
Though our days are dissipating
Though my friends all keep moving
Though the city keeps on changing

Though the roses are drying
Though the orchid petals are falling
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying

Watching a fight the other night
On Valencia Street with you at the burger joint
A guy from Nebraska
Against a guy from Namibia

A woman was outside on the curb crying
Two men were consoling her by her side
Two men were consoling her by her side
We walked out and asked if everyone was alright

They said ‘we’re okay, thank you for asking
You two have a good night’
I went and sang some songs at The Chapel
With some interesting other singers

Like Blag Dahlia from the Dwarves
And the classy Bart Davenport
When I finished singing my songs
A girl approached me and said ‘hey’

I said ‘you look familiar, how do I know you?’
She said ‘you don’t know me, my name is Vivian
And I really enjoyed your singing’
I said ‘thank you’ and I shook her hand

She said ‘I’ve listened to your music more than I ever slept’
I had no reply to that, then she nodded to her friend
Then I reached for your hand
And she smiled and she left

Though my hardwood floors are getting more creaky
Though an unexpected cat’s meow can get me shaking
Though I dehydrate quickly when I’m leaf raking
Though I’m falling asleep less than I’m waking

Though my guitar tuners are oxidising
Though with age I’m prioritising
My work load and my socialising
What used to be nothing, I’m realising is now all getting more tiring

Though Mayweather is retiring
Though my old lamps need rewiring
Though my testosterone is expiring
Though movie directors are no longer calling

My ears were ringing so I went and met you
For dinner at The Big 4
As we got up to walk out the door a woman said
‘Hey mister, you dropped your wallet on the floor’

My jacket hit a glass
It fell to the floor and it crashed
Everybody looked at us startled
As if our names were Jaymes and Bartles

I said ‘hey, it’s a tight space
So spare me the pity
Coming from your face-lifted faces
This could’ve happened to each and everyone of you, too’

The waiter hurried over
And said ‘we’re gonna have to ask you to leave, sir’
I said ‘I was leaving anyhow
That’s the last time you’re ever gonna see a bad guy like this, that’s for sure’

Thank you, Antonio Montana
From a prison in Havana
From a boat across the Atlantic
To a mansion in Maimi

Though these words may need refining
Though I much prefer reclining
Backstage than out front autograph signing
Though I prefer infrequent flying

Though for perfection I’ve stopped trying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying
My love for you is undying

During our long summer staycation
We attended a relatives cremation
Her bereaved husband sat there trembling
With his cane, our hearts were broken

Her picture was so youthful and so beautiful
Everyone was mournful and tearful
Then his grandchildren walked him to the car
At the end of the lawn, flowers were waiting

Though so many there were grieving
There was no doubt and no denying
Of a love undying
Of an undying love

Though some may find my specifying agonising and trying
Longwinded and unsatisfying, others may find it hypnotising
Comforting and inspiring
Relatable and consoling

I went to the bookstore the other day
The counter girl there was scratching at her hand
She said she thought that it was itchy
Because of all the cash that she’d been handling

I said ‘it could be that or depending
On where you been, it might also be bedbugs’
And she looked at me with surprised
And starstruck eyes

She asked ‘are you, like the real
Like the actual, Mark Kozelek?’
I said ‘yes, I am that man’
She said ‘oh my god, I’m a really, really big fan’

And she said ‘we should totally go to Panera’
I replied ‘there’s a Panera Bread in San Francisco?’
She said ‘no, there’s not a Panera Bread in San Francisco
And even if there was I’d never meet you there, anyhow’

And someone said ‘actually, there is a Panera Bread in San Fransisco
On Geary and Masonic'
And she said ‘well, I was just kidding, anyhow’
And then suddenly there was an awkward silence

At first I thought she was the nicest
Then suddenly she seemed cold as ISIS
And this didn’t sit well on my midlife crisis
Then her boss came over and threw a wet blanket on the good vibes

He said ‘sir, can I ask you
Are you even planning to buy a book?’
I said ‘well, I was, but this store smells like an old
Barnful of old Amish musty quilts’

He said ‘that’ll be enough of that language, sir’
I said ‘okay, but I came in here well-intentioned
And that mean-spirited counter girl of yours
Totally hurt my feelings’

He asked what had she done
That I found so demeaning
I said ‘she engaged me and then for no reason at all
Venomously stung me’

He said ‘I think you might be overanalysing
That you’re exaggerating or boldface lying’
I said ‘no, I’m not dramatising
Fictionalising or even slightly modifying’

He said ‘I think your brain
May need rewiring’
I said ‘I think the two of you
Are co-conspiring’

Then they laughed and they looked
Down at their phones
Then I walked out the door
And was on my way home

Then as I walked along the road, my mind hypothesising
What could’ve went so wrong in this liberal vegan bookstore, specialising
In Charles Bukowski, but doesn’t carry
The new Mike Tyson biography

Then a sort-of happiness overcame me as I began realising
That for connection I’ll never stop trying
Even if it results in my eyes crying
When I stop caring is when I’m dead inside

My heart was now reviving
My lips were now smiling
And these words I began compiling
And a melody started forming

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