I’m not sure what you’re trying to pull with
That handlebar mustache and infinite patience
This would be so easy to dismiss
If that wasn’t such an unbelievable kiss
He could hear your heart in your head
As you stood and watched him take his pants off
This could be such a beautiful thing
If you just weren’t so goddamned fragile
You’re running with wolves in this deadly city
To howl at the moon at dawn
Baby, if you weren’t so fucking pretty
They’d have ripped you to shreds so long ago
You aren’t a cop now are you
He asked as he freed your billy club
And stroked it to all its grand perfection
All seven inches hard
And slowly he knelt as if in prayer
To pay lip service with unholy vows
And slowly ‘til everything was falling
And deep, so deep ‘til he had drowned
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