She lost her father at fourteen, to alcohol and fast machines
She didn’t cry as she watched that bastard die
She was busy climbing out to survive
She lost her mother to another man, with steady pay and a dental plan
It was the perfect change for her mother to find true romance
She said: ”He wants me for his own, when you’re older you’ll understand.”
Now she sits on the curb and she’s all alone
Ten steps from the nearest foster home
Baby run, baby run
This is your life, are you gonna let them break you down?
Baby run, baby run
This is your life, you are gonna make it through this night
Baby run, baby run
When the morning came around, she got on a bus and out of town
With a pocket full of money from a man, for the price of an hour in his van
The room was cold but it was cheap, it was her’s for now at least
With another customer she’d make it through the week
All she had to do was close her eyes and turn the other cheek
Now she sits on the floor and she’s not alone
In the deepest fear she’s ever known
Baby run, baby run
The latest Djunah LP channels the duo's heavy, intensely cathartic sound to reflect on living with and healing from trauma. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2023