And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones

Artist- The Decemberists
Song of the day- The engine driver

I have loved the decemberists for years, and have heard this song arguably many times but I just really fell in love with it today. Sure I like anything extra if it talks about fiction writers but still, the lyrics and total feel of the decemberists in general put me in a good, artsy, mood and reminds me of walking to my old apartment in lincoln square in the cold after writing class and how charming that life was in hindsight. Also I kinda want his jacket.





I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

I'm a county lineman
On the high line, on the high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on

And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go