"Lucky Man" as written by and Mark Edward Kozelek....
Woken up those New York mornings, shivering bones
Thinking how the air welled up, her old brown stone
Close down to kiss her, marks time past flown
So hard to find it in us to leave these dreams
To leave these dreams

Growing up Ohio mornings sleeping in late
Ducking out the window, the school I hate
Listening to my mother talking with her neighborhood friends
Underneath the drone guitar of lucky man

Stranded out those Florida beaches, poor as a joke
Sails fly in Merritt Islands, lazy blue coast
Cool refrains of ocean rain, echo off of my head
Celebrated summer, friends and brothers, the freedom we fell
And you're what I remember

Shining down the L.A. highways, glorious sun
Far from you, from my home, and everyone I love
Sinking in the shallow end of her infinite pools
Silver lakes and palisades and Malibu

Woken up those lost young mornings, somewhere in Spain
I couldn't say the towns I slept, my lovers' names
Pouring in on Sunday, heaven's church bell rang
I didn't know my purpose till I stood and sang
For crowds of passing faces

Woken up to this new Aprils sleepy gray skies
The rain has swept the dust that left, the gutters rise
The fog it spills into the hills, crawling out East
The windows weep, beside me now though she sleeps and I
Now have I found her


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"Lucky Man" as written by Mark Edward Kozelek

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    General CommentPlaces. Five different places. New York, Ohio, Florida, LA, Spain... and I think the last one is San Francisco - where else does April fog spill into hills toward the east? Plus, Lost Verses is all set in the bay area, and is all about Fog... a nice connection there.

    I think he has found home.

    "So hard to find it in us to leave these dreams" - but you do, and in the end, "Now have I found her." It's about moving around and finding your home, or at least your home for now.
    triswebon June 17, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThe track has one of the most beautiful guitar picking riffs I have heard for a while
    TheDirgeon June 23, 2010   Link
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    General CommentIt definitely feels like a song for all the places he's lived, how hard it was to leave some of them but the ultimate love that he's come to have for the place he finally calls home: San Francisco.

    I wonder if the lines "marks time past flown" was meant to be double entendre for "Mark's time past flown."
    Anilandon August 31, 2011   Link

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