splashing flashes
bottled up underground
like a mother's eyes
wring your neck
hairs rise and pirouette
comb the mess
find the needle
follow the thread
where the burly beast lies asleep with a stack of hay in its head
we know you stabbed him in cold blood
your prints are on the steel
this ain't no whodunit
stop, catch your breath
strayed from the trail
pick up the scent
sometimes your nose is bent
but your eyes can't tell
some send their love
some send their hell
from up above
deep in the well
fits like a glove
rings like a bell
you were hollering in the hallway
but my ears couldn't tell
splashing flashes
bottled up underground
like a mother's eyes
wring your neck
hairs rise and pirouette
comb the mess
find the needle
follow the thread
where the burly beast lies asleep with a stack of hay in its head
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