Okay, that’s my cue to leave
I don’t see the point of this mystery
If the dream is heavy, then we’re not alive
If we can’t kill Kenny, then who else is supposed to die
I bet, I bet ten whole bucks
If we just start shooting, then they drop like flies
Count your fingers, check if your toes are webbed
Somewhere down the branches, we’re all inbred
Like the fire on the mountain, like the secrets in the stars
I am your sister and your brother, I am the greatest hits of The Cars
If you die then pieces of me disappear
And I’m way too awesome that’d be such a waste
I already barely feel I’m here
I’d retreat into a catatonic state
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