You put full-color flyers on every pole in town
Ran an ad in the paper and your best friend clipped it out
On opening day the bright balloons all reached up for the sky
Now they’re down on the ground getting kicked around by the people passing by
Hold your head up high
It’s fake it til you make it so try to crack a smile
There’s no shortcuts on this road you chose so hang on another mile
Put a spring in your step when your daddy co-signed the loan
And you toasted a beer at Jenny’s on your way home
Then he threw out his back trying to lift the fridge up the stairs
And it would break his poor old heart to see all these empty chairs
Well everybody told you
if you build it they will come
But no one said just who
And no one said where from
The hustle is a lonely place
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
Nashville Americana artist Stephen Simmons reaches deep into his own family tree for an album of clear-eyed, open-hearted storytelling. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 28, 2020