must have been about a thousand bugs
flying by the pool
thought it was a headwind
guess what it's a tailspin
straight down to the webbing
fresh with dew
the spider don't meet you
until it beats you
won't get a read through
the spider will sing
thanks for the supper
and thanks to your mother
for raising a sucker
with tasty wings
must have been about a thousand bugs
glowing all by themselves
speeding down the freeway
looking for a pay day
found nothing but a cheap date
drilling for wells
testing the waters
then jumping the border
a few sheep short of sleeping sound
the nights go unbroken
'cept tossing the tokens
'til a vacancy opens
somewhere in this town
must have stomped about a thousand bugs
who knows how many there was
acting like a kid
a little bourgeois pig
a bigger stick to swing
lofty and looming
complicit, swooning
soaked 'til pruned
inducing the days
like a tree trunk ramming
a predator clamoring
loans outstanding
time I took a taste
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