Good Nostalgia - Mark Kozelek

Last night we had Thanksgiving, first week of December

Wasn’t until the first that I got home from tour

The turkey wasn’t ready until 9 PM or so

And I ate so much, I just laid on the couch to a tryptophan coma

The wind was still outside, the smell of turkey

And the sound of the wind, the cold temperature

Made me think of the The Shining

We almost watched it but I said, «Let's wait until Christmas time»

On Christmas, I religiously watch The Shining

Good nostalgia, I believe it’s called

It makes me go back in time, makes me feel warm inside

But I’ve not been in the mood

To watch much of anything since I’ve been home

Except the Black Sabbath documentary that I fell asleep to

There’s been so much, so much, so much on my mind

My brain is still foggy with jet lag and I’ve not unpacked my bags

Looking at them makes me think of the recent past

Opening my luggage makes me think of the tours

The airplanes, the dirty socks, the dirty T-shirts, and the ironing

But it also makes me think of the shows

That were sometimes spellbinding and other times soul-crushing

But they all blew together

Were they dreams or did they actually happen?

For three hours I’m heaven, I’m heaven or I’m in hell

And everyone’s on trains and it’s over

And I’m so happy to finally come home to you

To your love and your body and your warm heart

I wake up every two hours and think

«Where am I?

What country is this?

What city am I in?

Is this Paris?

Is this Madrid?

Or London, or Dublin, or Rome?

This hotel room looks so big,» I think, «Where is the bathroom?»

I stumble around and touching the walls, then I awaken

Just a tad more realized I’m home

And the December air is so cold

I get back into bed and lay next to your warm beautiful body

I don’t want to grow old

When I’m bed with you is when I’m most happy

And when you leave for work in the morning

I get separation anxiety

When you’re beside me, you always calm me

You hear me out on all my worries

You help me make sense of everything

My God, last night on December 4th

You cooked me a turkey with mashed potatoes and stuffing

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you