Every light on this side of the town
Suddenly it all went down
Now we'll all be brothers of...
The fossil fire of the sun
Now we will all be sisters of...
The fossil blood of the moon
Someone must have set 'em up
Now they'll be working in the cold, grey rock
Now they'll be working in the hot mill steam
Now they'll be working in the concrete.
In the sirens and the silences now
All the great, set-up hearts
All at once, start to beat.
After tonight, if you don't want this to be
A secret out of the past
I will resurrect it
I'll have a good go at it
I'll streak his blood across my beak
Dust my feathers with his ash
Feel his ghost breathing down my back
I will try
And know whatever I try
I will be gone, but not forever
Suddenly it all went down
Now we'll all be brothers of...
The fossil fire of the sun
Now we will all be sisters of...
The fossil blood of the moon
Someone must have set 'em up
Now they'll be working in the cold, grey rock
Now they'll be working in the hot mill steam
Now they'll be working in the concrete.
In the sirens and the silences now
All the great, set-up hearts
All at once, start to beat.
After tonight, if you don't want this to be
A secret out of the past
I will resurrect it
I'll have a good go at it
I'll streak his blood across my beak
Dust my feathers with his ash
Feel his ghost breathing down my back
I will try
And know whatever I try
I will be gone, but not forever
I will try
And know whatever I try
I will be gone, but not forever
The real truth about it is
No one gets it right
The real truth about it is
We're all supposed to try
There ain't no end to the sands I been trying to cross
The real truth about it is
My kind of life's no better off
If it's got the map, or if it's lost
We will try
And know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever
Come on, let's try
And know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever
The real truth about it is
There ain't no end to the desert I'll cross
I've really known it all along
Mama, here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws
Must be the big star about to fall
Long, dark blues
The will-o'-the-wisp
No one gets it right
The real truth about it is
We're all supposed to try
There ain't no end to the sands I been trying to cross
The real truth about it is
My kind of life's no better off
If it's got the map, or if it's lost
We will try
And know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever
Come on, let's try
And know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever
The real truth about it is
There ain't no end to the desert I'll cross
I've really known it all along
Mama, here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws
Must be the big star about to fall
Long, dark blues
The will-o'-the-wisp
Long, dark blues
The big star is falling
The big star is falling
Long, dark blues
Through the static and distance
Through the static and distance
Long, dark blues
A farewell transmission
A farewell transmission
Long, dark blues
Listen...
Listen...
Jason Molina died on March 16, 2013, in Indianapolis as a result of alcohol abuse-related organ failure. He was 39
Henry Owings, a friend of the musician, published an article on his online music magazine Chunklet
that said Molina had struggled with alcoholism for most of the decade
leading up to his death. Owings also wrote that Molina had "cashed out
on Saturday night in Indianapolis with nothing but a cell phone in his
pocket with only his grandmother’s number on it."
Molina was married to Darcie Schoenman Molina. They were estranged at the time of his death, and the couple had no children.
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