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The Interview
8
Folk
The Interview was released on August 1, 2025 by Westinghouse Records as a part of the album The Interview - EP
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Release DateAugust 1, 2025
LabelWestinghouse Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM148

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anna Bates
Anna Bates
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anna Bates
Anna Bates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Hutchinson
J. Hutchinson
Mastering Engineer
Sully Bright
Sully Bright
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Well, Jacob was a child and he tried to be so good
Collecting bugs and bark and earth and pelts and bones and wood
Mama used to hit him with the shovel in the shed
So Jacob hid the shovel underneath his bed
First it was a rabbit, then it was a deer
Jacob tried to stop himself and the voices in his ear
Mama said, you're wicked, then she called the priest
Said get this evil outta my boy and fix this little freak
No amount of Jesus could heal his killing hands
First it was a rabbit, then it was a man
But wicked thoughts and injuries and brains that harbor mysteries
Terrible secret midnight deeds will slowly numb the heart
And broken minds and innocence and frightened wings that have been clipped
Spirits taken from and hit will slowly kill a boy
When I saw him changing, I saw it in his eyes
I saw it in his fragile face, the contortion of his spine
I asked him was he in there, was his soul alive
Said his soul was only breathing the second something died
Then he talked about great justice, the distortion of true love
The way his mama kissed him, then turned and beat him up
I said, "Why'd you till the grass, make all these shallow graves?"
He stood there kinda silent, expression falling blank
Jacob on the TV was dressed up in a suit
In the documentary, they played our interview
They clipped our conversations to maximize the evil
I guess to draw the viewers, maybe to please the people
But all I could remember was that Jacob was a child
'Til his skull was cracked and his aching frame had quickly been defiled
And he had wondered why he couldn't ever truly feel a thing
And why he searched for it in death, some elusive kind of peace
But wicked thoughts and injuries and brains that harbor mysteries
Terrible secret midnight deeds will slowly numb the heart
And broken minds and innocence and frightened wings that have been clipped
Spirits taken from an heir will slowly kill a boy
Written by: Anna Bates
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