There will be no consolation prize this time the bone is broken clean
\nNo baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste of victory
\nAll the stars have fallen from the sky and everything else in between
\nSatellites have closed their eyes, the moon has gone to sleep<\/p>\n
Unloved, unloved
\nUnloved, unloved<\/p>\n
Here I am inside a hotel, choking on a million words I said
\nCigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are drunk and penniless
\nHere I am inside my father’s arms all jagged bone and whiskey dry
\nWhisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will never die<\/p>\n
Unloved, unloved
\nUnloved, unloved<\/p>\n
Here I am an empty hallway, broken window, rainy night
\nI am nineteen sixty two and I am ready for a fight
\nPeople cryin’ hallelujah while the bullet leaves the gun
\nPeople fallin’, fallin’, fallin’ and I don’t know where they’re fallin’ from<\/p>\n
Are they unloved, unloved?
\nUnloved, unloved<\/p>\n
Hoping that the kindness will lead us past the blindness
\nAnd not another living soul will ever have to feel<\/p>\n
Unloved, unloved
\nUnloved, unloved
\nUnloved, unloved<\/p>\n
(from her album, “Living Under June”)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"