The Name We Share

Family, carried forward across generations. The song opens in a grandmother’s kitchen — garlic, olive oil, basil — and then names its theme: a shared name means something different to each of us who carries it. The first verses are the sayings handed down (two ears and one mouth; nothing good happens after midnight). The middle passes from parents to children — reading aloud, stories around the fire, the friends who become the siblings you never knew you wanted. Then the losses, arriving in their proper order. It ends on what outlasts us: seeds sown, a dance that goes on, and the long cycle of being reborn, remembering, and forgetting.