Void
Mark Kozelek Lyrics


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Find another corner of the house
When you need to get away
Her guitar leans against the couch
Sometimes I pick it up and play
Loosen and stretch it's ancient strings
Until it sounds the way I feel
Brush my thumb against it soft
Give it life or give it pause

When you look up in my eyes
I'm looking down in yours
All looks good up in the sky
Down to your wooly carpet floor
And I know that I have picked
The most perfect songs out yet
Even on a sketchy day
Just outside her shore we stay

When all it's colours turn and dry
Will you live or will you die?
When all it's poets fall away
Will you go or will you stay?

Fill the void in me now
Making love to me girl
Red light cruising the night
Red light getting me home

Driving down the freeway in your truck
I watched the river flowing up
Headlights cutting through the night
Hear them pass this place in time
And I know that I have slept
In the warmest bedroom yet
Even on the coldest day
Here inside her shore we stay

A verse of hope
There on that reel
Lets you know the way I feel
Ram my fists up in your hair
Feel me cruise up in the air

Fill the void in me now
Making love to me girl
Red light cruising the night
Red light getting me home

Fill the void in me now
Making love to me girl
Red lights float in the night
Red lights getting me home

Fill the void in me now
Smile down on me girl
Red light cruising the night
Red lights getting me home

Fill the void in me now
Making love to me girl
Red lights float in the night
Red light getting me home

Pull the weight of me now
Wrapped around me so good
Red light cruising the night
Red lights getting me home

Pull the weight off me now
Wrapped around me so good
Red light cruising the night
Red light getting me home

Fill the void in me now
Making love to me girl




Red lights cruising the night
Red lights getting me home

Overall Meaning

The song "Void" by Mark Kozelek is a contemplative and introspective meditation on love, art, and mortality. The first verse introduces us to a scene in which Kozelek is alone in a room with his lover's guitar, picking it up to play when he needs to "get away." In this brief moment of solitude, he is able to "loosen and stretch its ancient strings" and use them to express the way he feels inside. This moment of musical communion is juxtaposed with the second verse, in which he looks into his lover's eyes and sees a reflection of himself. The imagery of looking up and down suggests a power dynamic, with Kozelek in the dominant position. However, this dynamic is disrupted by the line "All looks good up in the sky / Down to your wooly carpet floor," which reveals the vulnerability and intimacy of the moment.


The chorus of the song, "Fill the void in me now / Making love to me girl / Red light cruising the night / Red lights getting me home," serves as a kind of refrain that ties the disparate images of the verses together. The image of the "red light cruising the night" suggests a sense of momentum and direction, but it is also associated with the "void" that Kozelek is trying to fill. The repetition of this phrase reinforces the idea that love and physical pleasure are being used as a means of escape or transcendence.


The final verse of the song shifts the focus from the personal to the universal, asking the questions "When all its colors turn and dry / Will you live or will you die? / When all its poets fall away / Will you go or will you stay?" Here, Kozelek is grappling with the idea of mortality and legacy, wondering whether anything we create or experience has lasting value in the face of eventual decay and oblivion. The song ends with one final repetition of the chorus, suggesting that while we may not be able to answer these questions, we can at least try to find temporary solace in physical pleasure and human connection.


Line by Line Meaning

Find another corner of the house
Find a secluded area within the house to escape to


When you need to get away
When you require a break and moments of solitude


Her guitar leans against the couch
Her guitar is propped up against the sofa


Sometimes I pick it up and play
Occasionally, I grab the guitar and play it


Loosen and stretch it's ancient strings
Relax and extend its old strings


Until it sounds the way I feel
Modify the sounds until it captures my current emotions


Brush my thumb against it soft
Gently run my thumb against it


Give it life or give it pause
Bring it to life or halt the playing


When you look up in my eyes
When you gaze up into my eyes


I'm looking down in yours
I'm staring down into your eyes


All looks good up in the sky
Everything appears pleasant in the sky


Down to your wooly carpet floor
Lowered to your wooly carpeted floor


And I know that I have picked
And I am aware that I selected


The most perfect songs out yet
The most ideal tunes thus far


Even on a sketchy day
Even on a doubtful day


Just outside her shore we stay
We remain just outside of her realm


When all it's colours turn and dry
When all the colors fade and become barren


Will you live or will you die?
Will you survive or perish?


When all it's poets fall away
When all its poets deteriorate


Will you go or will you stay?
Will you leave or remain?


Fill the void in me now
Satisfy the emptiness inside me at the moment


Making love to me girl
Being intimate with me, girl


Red light cruising the night
Driving slowly through the night under red lights


Red light getting me home
Red lights guiding me back home


Driving down the freeway in your truck
Riding on the freeway in your truck


I watched the river flowing up
I observed the river running upwards


Headlights cutting through the night
Headlights piercing through the darkness


Hear them pass this place in time
Hear them traverse through this moment in time


And I know that I have slept
And I am sure that I have dozed off


In the warmest bedroom yet
In the cosiest bedroom so far


Even on the coldest day
Even on the iciest of days


Here inside her shore we stay
We remain within her boundaries here


A verse of hope
A stanza of optimism


There on that reel
There on that reel


Lets you know the way I feel
Tells you how I am feeling


Ram my fists up in your hair
Push my fists up into your hair


Feel me cruise up in the air
Senses me moving upwards in the air


Red lights float in the night
Red lights drift in the night


Pull the weight of me now
Take on the responsibility of me at present


Wrapped around me so good
Embracing me so wonderfully




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michelleinhawaii

When he listens to music, he rocks front and back. When he sings with the radio, it's in falsetto. I was surprised when I heard him sing for real. One night: I fell asleep as he played songs that turned into love songs, something in the eyes more confident than this earth, penetrating my sleepy ones, honoring me with a love, after years, that loved me more after having known me. Thank you Mark.