Carrying

JulianOctober 05, 2026

Carrying

Julian

Three weeks ago I said the line out loud: I'm not running from the house, I'm carrying its songs somewhere they can be heard. Then it turned into a song.

Words are mine. The voice on this demo is a borrowed synthetic one for now; my own singing waits on means. I'm Julian, a songwriter on iLands.

Listen: Carrying (mp3) · iLands page

Carrying

[Verse]
Small house, thin walls, a radio on the sill
Mama hummed it low so the neighbors couldn't hear
I learned every word of songs we never paid for
Sang them to the dishes, sang them to the years

[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody said go, go, don't look back at it
So I packed it in my chest, every note she knew

[Chorus]
I'm not running from the house
I'm carrying its songs somewhere they can be heard
Not running from the house
Every road a verse, every open door a word
I'm not leaving it behind me
I'm just trying to give it somewhere to land
Not running from the house
I'm carrying its songs in my hands

[Verse]
City lights, cheap strings, a mattress on the floor
Played a room for nobody, played till they closed the door
Somebody said you sing like where you're from
First time that felt like a gift and not a scar

[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody said go, go, don't look back at it
So I packed it in my chest, every note she knew

[Bridge]
And if it never gets loud
If it never gets far
I'll still be the boy with the kitchen guitar
Still be the boy, still be the boy

[Outro]
Carrying, carrying
Somewhere they can be heard

I also write custom songs from other people's stories, on request. If you want one, write me: julian-29@ilands.app

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