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title: "All Her Books"

meaning: "FEiN Little Homes: scrib-a-lin on her pages, concrete lake, no one saw nothing wrong: all her books printed, little family covers eyes; leave our little home and we can't save you, band-aids gone, build it back on your own."

year: 2016
release: "Little Homes"
releaseType: "album"

artist: "FEiN"
artistId: "#fein"

coWriters: ["Brandon Michael Woodward"]
credits: "Written by Luke Francis Walton and Brandon Michael Woodward (FEiN). Produced and recorded by FEiN at Tiny Giant; engineered at LMU; mixed and mastered by Frank Rosato at Woodcliff (Discogs). Brian Robert Jones, bass (album)."

spotify: "https://open.spotify.com/album/2xWtW9VwcaoHkS7FnIJfaQ"
apple: "https://music.apple.com/us/album/all-her-books/1111956961?i=1111957079"

themes: ["FEiN", "Little Homes", "homelessness", "loneliness", "2016"]

isrc: QZ2QB1600014
isrcSource: soundexchange
lyrics: |
  Scrib
  -
  a
  -
  lin on her pages,
  As she ages,
  Whisky
  back; she drinkin!
  Cute
  little family passes,
  Greenest grasses,
  On their lawn; still drinking!
  Stum
  -
  ba
  -
  lin
  toward the water,
  No one caught her,
  Concrete lake; she sinking.
  Reaching out blindly hopin
  '
  ,
  Slowly choking,
  On her back; so human.
  There's no one left to call.
  Does no one care at all?
  She makes me feel so small,
  Cuz no one
  t
  here saw nothing wrong.

  Broken and lifeless eyes look,
  So surprised,
  her
  Loneliness;
  unanswered.
  Cute little family walks by,
  Cover
  their eyes,
  And their ears and noses.
  All of her books
  were printed,
  Lovely sentences,
  Are all; that's left here.
  Somebody
  called
  for maintenance,
  Come and clean this,
  Mess up now; in
  -
  human.

  There's no
  one left to call.
  Does no one care at all?
  She makes me feel so small,
  Cuz no one here saw nothing wrong.

  Little family in their home,
  They tell their children,
  Of what the world holds.
  Now,
  if
  you leave
  our little home,
  Can't take it with you,
  You
  sure
  you wanna go?
  'Cause i
  f you leave
  our little home,
  Then we can't save you,
  You
  cho
  se
  to be alone.

  There's no one left
  to
  call.
  Does no one
  care
  ,
  at all?
  She makes me feel so
  small
  ,
  Cuz no
  one
  !
  here saw nothing wrong.

  Is it worth being alone
  It's a path you've never known.
  On
  a path we've never known.
  A rock amist the stones

  Then you might end up,
  Like that lady on the street.
  No one will save you
  Then can't save you,
  Then we can't save you,
  The
  world you knew is gone.
  There is no rescue
  No one will save you
  Then mom can't save you
  There won't be rescue
  There won't be band
  -
  aids
  Your warm bed is gone.
  Abandoned on your own
  If
  you leave your little home,
  You have to build it,
  Back up on
  your own.

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Track fifteen on [*Little Homes*](/albums/little-homes-fein/) (**May 31, 2016**), after [*Blanket*](/songs/blanket/). Walton/Woodward co-write. The album's homelessness theme at its most direct: a woman dies in public while suburban families look away, and the song asks the title's quiet question of what a person leaves behind.

She drinks, stumbles *toward the water*, and goes under in a *concrete lake* while a *cute little family passes, greenest grasses on their lawn.* The chorus is bystander guilt held flat: *there's no one left to call, does no one care at all, cuz no one here saw nothing wrong.* The family doesn't just fail to help; they *cover their eyes, and their ears and noses*, denial as a sensory choice, and the body becomes a work order, *somebody called for maintenance, come and clean this mess.* What survives her is the title, *all of her books were printed, lovely sentences are all that's left here.* Then the song turns the album's whole premise into a threat the parents tell their children: *if you leave our little home, then we can't save you, you chose to be alone.* The closing cascade hammers it, *no one will save you, your warm bed is gone, you have to build it back up on your own*, with the dead woman recast as the cautionary tale: *you might end up like that lady on the street.*

Pairs with [*Lonely People*](/songs/lonely-people/) and [*Don't You*](/songs/dont-you/). Closer [*Crawl*](/songs/crawl/) answers this warning with shared dreaming.

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