Days of the Years - The Felice Brothers

Leaving my coat at the Greyhound station

Raising my arms in supplication

Making some money, spending some money

Drinking Pepsi, just walking around

Making people hate me, making people laugh

Fear of drowning in a shallow bath

Feeling under-dressed in the cold midwest

Kissing my grandmother goodbye

Watching the crocuses bloom and fade

Easter bonnet from an old parade

Exchanging pleasantries under pleasant trees

Over griefs and apéritifs

These are the days of the years of my life

American summer and it’s all a breeze

Buck-tooth girls in skin-tight jeans

The mastiff heels, the accounts are solvent

I’m crooning in the open West

Meeting my baby at a greasy spoon

Sitting alone in the Rembrandt room

Walking in the shade where lilies weep

Under clouds of marzipan

Walking in the dark of Monument Valley

Stay cats in a narrow alley

The song was weird, but still they cheered

It’s scrambled eggs and solitaire

These are the days of the years of my life

Mopping up gore from the butcher’s floor

Feeling clean as a new drug store

Singing loud idiotic songs

In the blue, blue mountains walking along

Night-long drives on the wild edges

Apparitions in the neighbor’s hedges

Sinus drips and Battleship

Putting ashes in a rushing stream

Watching a city turn into sea

Standing in water up to the knee

Missing my stop on a city bus

In the land of propaganda

These are the days of the years of my life

Watching birds on a drowsy sea

Sittin' in the dark of a family tree

Funeral flowers and paperwork

Drowning my dreams in mountain streams

Standing tall in a cap and gown

And a house that’s since torn down

It’s summer in the Catskills now

Leisure classes in the mountain passes

The jaws of life and the jaws of death

Hearing secrets in a dying breath

In a black four-door sedan

Down the road to the end of the world

These are the days of the years of my life

These are the days of the years of my life