Paroles de Micheline
Micheline used to come to our house and knock on our doorMy 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 the other kids and was in different kind 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 had dreams like anyone else
My friend Brett, my friend Brett, my friend Brett, my friend Brett, he liked to play the guitar 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 fucking 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 theatres
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
My grandma was diagnosed at 62
Her kids stepped up to the plate for her and were there the whole way through
Her brain worked a little slower than the others; she wore thick-rimmed glasses
She took a different bus to school than the other kids and was in different kind 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 had dreams like anyone else
My friend Brett, my friend Brett, my friend Brett, my friend Brett, he liked to play the guitar 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 fucking 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 theatres
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
My grandma was diagnosed at 62
Her kids stepped up to the plate for her and were there the whole way through
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