Buried with those midnight phonecalls,
The feeling of being young
The dusty concrete streets and skylines
Running like electric signals up and down the avenue
We don’t need to hear the city sighing
Our bones have ossified with urban sounds
We can drown in carbon heartache
But we’re older than you wiseass motherfuckers who are spreading like the plague
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