Why do you blame suns and stars then hop right into strangers’ cars
Who thinks “Oh look a swan let me fuck it”
You keep waiting for cosmic signs and make excuses of all kinds
But brother, sister, mother, father, no one else made your choice for you
It’s a bird, it’s a plane
It’s a ten percent chance that it’s gonna rain
You need to decide
If you show signs of weakness, they will eat you alive
New album from Meg Duffy, dubbed as a personal glimpse into the artist's lush solo work. Dreamy, intimate folk-centered recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2017