wanted to bog you down with my own issues, my own stories. Your life isn’t about me, honey, my life is about you.
But I will say that I’m thankful to you for asking these questions and giving me something to do.
I hope this sheds some light on all of it for you, sweetheart. I really do. About your mom and me and the band. Sometimes I’m surprised people still care. I’m surprised they still play us on the radio. Sometimes I listen. The other day, they were playing “Turn It Off” on the classic rock station. I sat in the car in the driveway and listened.
[Laughs] We were pretty good.
Daisy: We were great. We were really great.
One Last
Thing
Before I
Go
November 5, 2012
From: Camila Dunne
To: Julia Dunne Rodriguez, Susana Dunne, Maria Dunne
Date: November 5, 2012 11:41 P.M.
Subject: Your Dad
Hi Girls,
I need your help.
After I’m gone, give your dad some time. And then please tell him to call Daisy Jones. Her number is in my date book in the second drawer of my nightstand.
Tell your father I said at the very least, the two of them owe me a song.
Love,
Mom
Chasing the Night
Trouble starts when I come around
Everything’s painted red when I’m in town
Light me up and watch me burn it down
If you’re anointing a devil, I’ll take my crown
Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire
I’m already high and going higher
Charging faster, ready to ignite
Headed for disaster, chasing the night
You turn wrong when you turn right
White light at first sight
Oh, you’re chasing the night
But it’s a nightmare chasing you
Life’s coming to me in flashes
Wearing my bruises like badges
Don’t know when I learned to play with matches
Must want it all to end in ashes
Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire
I’m already high and going higher
Charging faster, ready to ignite
Headed for disaster, chasing the night
You turn wrong when you turn right
White light at first sight
Oh, you’re chasing the night
But it’s a nightmare chasing you
Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire
I’m already high and going higher
Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire
Look me in the eye and flick the lighter
Oh, you’re chasing the night
But it’s a nightmare, honey, chasing you
This Could Get Ugly
The ugly you got in you
Well, I got it, too
You act like you ain’t got a clue
But you do
Oh, we could be lovely
If this could get ugly
Write a list of things you’ll regret
I’d be on top smoking a cigarette
Oh, we could be lovely
If this could get ugly
The things you run from, baby, I run to
And I know it scares you through and through
No one knows you like I do
Try to tell me that ain’t true
Oh, we could be lovely
If this could get ugly
C’mon now, honey
Let yourself think about it
Can you really live without it?
Oh, we could be lovely
If this could get ugly
Impossible Woman
Impossible woman
Let her hold you
Let her ease your soul
Sand through fingers
Wild horse, but she’s just a colt
Dancing barefoot in the snow
Cold can’t touch her, high or low
She’s blues dressed up like rock ’n’ roll
Untouchable, she’ll never fold
She’ll have you running
In the wrong direction
Have you coming
For the wrong obsessions
Oh, she’s gunning
For your redemption
Have you headed
Back to confession
Sand through fingers
Wild horse, but she’s just a colt
Dancing barefoot in the snow
Cold can’t touch her, high or low
She’s blues dressed up like rock ’n’ roll
Untouchable, she’ll never fold
Walk away from the impossible
You’ll never touch her
Never ease your soul
You’re one more impossible man
Running from her
Clutching what you stole
Turn It Off
Baby, I keep trying to turn away
I keep trying to see you a different way
Baby, I keep trying
Oh, I keep trying
I gotta give up and turn this around
There’s no way up when you’re this far down
And, baby, I keep trying
Oh, I keep trying
I keep trying to turn this off
But, baby, you keep turning me on
I keep trying to change how I feel
Keep trying to tell myself that this isn’t real
Baby, I keep trying
Oh, I keep trying
Can’t take off when there’s no runway ahead
And I can’t get caught up in this all over again
Baby, I keep trying
Oh, I keep trying
I keep trying to turn it off
But, baby, you keep turning me on
I’m on my knees, my arms wide
I’m finding ways to stay alive
Lord knows I’m pleading, pleading
To keep this heart still beating, beating
I keep trying to turn it off
But, baby, you keep turning me on
Baby, I’m dying
But, baby, I’m trying
I can’t keep selling
What you’re not buying
So I keep trying to turn it off
And, baby, you keep turning me on
I’m on my knees, my arms wide
I’m finding ways to stay alive
Lord