In the beginning I hear love was pristine
But then the first man dreamt that patriarchal dream
And ever since, the fishermen have wandered to the stream
Elvis stood in front of the mirror and we split up into teams
So when the movers start movin and the place gets down
And your friends start to find that they can just move to any other town
And you discover that your mother drank up all the rest of your wine
And you watch from the window as the riot leaves you behind
Well then maybe, maybe, maybe,
you were a victim,
victim of love
And all the experts just announced that now even death may start to decay
You heard that it's easy, to meet your Lord
You just gotta hike up the mountain and sign your name at the door
But just when you thought that trail would be all yours
A busload of tourists burst down the door
So when the tanks start rollin down registration hill
And the speaker's incantation sends you another bill
And when the brakes finally give out on grandpa's limousine
That'll be the day
That'll be the day, that'll be the day, that'll be day, that'll be the day
That it comes for you
Who's at the door?
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I’m so grateful this crossed my path. This album is so beautiful. All the clear technique and mastery and vision are kinda secondary to the fact that this album brought me calm and joy during one of the most difficult times in my life. Yeah, grateful. David McCullough
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024