one day you leave the sugar field
a collage of alleles
by the back of the neck
like a callow pet
feel the trigger squeeze
hear the starting gun
watch that microphone bleed
on a forked tongue
I still prefer walks
as opposed to talks
a bottled up boat
still floats
the white flag waves free
the west is won
on a silver screen
in an iron lung
theres a whale on the beach
theres a bug in the bed
the bull in the shop
is seeing red
why pay the blinds
if you always fold?
I hope I die
before I get that cold
This collection of six fiddle songs is dark in color and mood, with Mattrey treating her instrument with ghostly digital effects. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 26, 2021