There’s a speck on my wall and I thought I’d seen it moving
I thought it was a bug and I tried to kill it once
If I thought for just one second that my bloody heart was still beating
I would murder it ‘cause I’m so sick of love
Last night I had a dream I had rats in my apartment
They were so cute and fat they could be Parisian chefs
But I drowned them in the kitchen sink and thought it was an accident
I had cut off their heads and kept them as trophies
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