Bastille Day - Sun Kil Moon

My sister called, she said, «Mark, where are you?»

I said, «I'm on my way from Milan, Italy to Bologna.»

She said, «I'm glad you’re not anywhere near Nice, France.»

She said, «Ninety-four people just died there in a terrorist attack.»

They were out celebrating Bastille Day

Some crazy fuck plowed through them with the truck, throwing hand grenades

People scattered about and some took refuge in the sea

I said, «Don't worry, little sister, everything’s okay here with me.»

But things aren’t okay in this crazy fucking world

No place is safe for mothers or fathers of the boys of the girls

Yeah, things are a mess on this crazy fucking planet

People getting slaughtered left and right, north and south, and east and west,

goddammit

Hate is at its peak on this crazy fucking planet

People getting slaughtered like cattle, goddammit

People getting massacred over and over

And it’s oppressing our spirit and our faith in humanity

It’s impossible not to feel it (feel it, feel it)

Elementary schools, ask Newtown about that

Or Denver, Colorado about that purple-haired fuck who went and saw Batman

Or Paris, France about that Eagles of Death Metal

Actually don’t mention that one 'cause for them the dust is still not settled

Virginia Tech kid showing off his AK to subs on the internet

Tomorrow we’re gonna be at the Brussels train station

Terrorism doesn’t end, does it

Bombs going off at train stations and office buildings and airports

Turn on the news for the latest death toll report

And as we’re driving, I look out from the bales of hay

I hate to say it but on that guy who ruined Bastille Day

I hoped the cops put ninety-four bullets in his fucking brains

It pours, it pours, it pours, it pours, it pours

And it pours when it rains

People in France are in debilitating pain today

So send some love and if you don’t then hang your fucking head in shame

If you believe in God, say, «My father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name

but forgiving those who trespass against us is in-fucking-sane.»

Went for a walk around my hotel in Milan

Pink or white oleanders flourishing on the hotel lawn

I saw a lizard on the sidewalk and he scurried away

This tour has been a grind and it was nice to get out and breathe the air today

Now we’re in the van and we’re going to stop for Italian food

Someone said, «Hey, on the other hand, did you hear the positive news?»

Mick Jagger announced his girlfriend’s pregnancy

He’s seventy-two, she’s a ballerina in her 20s

Hey, I gotta admit I kinda envy that dude

When my grandpa was seventy-two he was being fed baby food with a plastic spoon

His eyes were like a fish that’s faded gray and blue

And off his chin, the candy stripers were wiping off his drool

And we’re in the van listening to Faith No More’s «King for a Day»

Our driver Francesco listens to this one to keep himself awake

And as we drive I think about the future of my nieces

I hope the world in her 20s hasn’t been blown to fucking pieces

And as we drive and I’m looking at tall, skinny pines

never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever had to actualize

It’s my last summer being forty-nine

Considering everything, I gotta say I’m doing fine

Thought I’m gonna sing this song in Bologna tonight

I’m gonna sing it for France and burn a candle for them tonight

And if Rush is out there somewhere on tour today

I hope for France they’re playing Caress of Steel’s «Bastille Day»

And when they’re marching on Bastille Day

For Nice, France that day is never gonna be the same

And when they’re marching on Bastille Day

For Nice, France that day is never gonna be the same

While they were marching on Bastille Day

A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer

While they were marching on Bastille Day

A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer

While they were marching on Bastille Day

A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer

While they were marching on Bastille Day