The end already came here and we tunneled through the earth,
In the basement with the lights out to The Good Life and The Cure
With the Geiger counter crying and your breathing keeping time
Learned to think with just my body and to move with just my mind
This used to be a commune, this used to be a farm
A winding way north of the train tracks and south of the liquor store
Where I caught you with a bottle and a ship carved in your arm
With your banjo and your bare feet and your sadness like a stone
And always so alone
Nobody loved you like they should
Son of a gun, day of the dead
Hand on my heart and your name in my head
So your sister called me crying from halfway across the states
She chose the dying of the desert over the dying of the plains
Said New Mexico was different but the sunlight was the same
And the phone was near on fire and she couldn’t say your name
And so we lay you in the garden and you sprung up like a weed
Where we’d scattered red tomatoes and spilled morning glory seeds
All of us tripping in the overgrowth and dying in the brush
All agreed we would have laid ourselves beside you if we could
And if I could, I would
I would have loved you like I should
Son of a gun, day of the dead,
Hand on my heart and your name in my head
Hand on my heart,
And sometimes I still hear you calling me, with some bad dream you can’t forget
Son of a gun, go back to sleep
Kind of the world when you’re crying to me
That you were never any good
Fighting your mind, king of the world
I’m on my way so just stay on the line
Did we come back here for each other, did we come back here for us
Or did the magnets in the city pull the iron in our blood?
Well I came back here for the living, I came back here for the love
For the idea of an ending, for the friendship and the drugs
I came back here for the fires that we lit to light us up
I came back here for the living, I came back here for the love
And just to say it straight, that we all did the best we could
Carrying on, under the sun
Hands in the soil and a prayer for the waking ones
Somebody’s gotta stay behind, carry it on, rise with the sun, ready or not
In the name of the ones we love, In the name of the ones we love
We stay for the ones we love, if not yourself then you stay for the ones you love
And I hope you’re dreaming somewhere good
Son of a gun, day of the dead, hand on my heart and your name in my head
Hand on my heart and your name in my head
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Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst