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Song: Distant Solar Systems
Artist: Julien Baker
Distant solar systems
And all the minor planets

Know nothing of our satellites and 747s

Fireworks that recreate
The birth of constellations

Dying songs that laugh
And shotgun powder imitations

When I am a sailor and the sky
A pitch black ocean

I'll look down at my bleeding heart
And wish I were a Vulcan

It's Byzantine structures

Churches and all

All of our treasure a violent gold

All of the empires crumble in stone

Great architecture build it in chrome

God and I we correspond
With intermittent letters

I send postcards from the road
And now and then he answers

Echoes northern city states
And all the mighty kingdoms

Head of sewing needles
On an unending horizon
I knew there was a scene before you
Ever thought to sing it
And call yourself a bastard
And I know you like an orphan

'Cause great men of science

And literature

Don't impress me or can offer

Because I am a chisel in your hand

Screaming at marble
From a microphone stand

Ah ah ah ah