eyelids tense
licking the air
cleaning the cogs
every breath on the lens
each drop in the pail
was once london fog
I guess it felt like I fell off the back of a truck
go on, ask where I'm from
worn all types of hat
been the goose, been a duck
chasing crumbs
while the heart keeps time
the hands collect dust
turning the page
losing lust
all the medicine
rotting in my guts
at the time was just enough
now it all seems a bit much
Keep having that dream where I can't close the door
the snow piles high, falls, and melts on the floor
every year i watch the green grass grow
from a chair by the window
where the actors in the show
get painted by number
and the soapboxes shift in the shadows
and the love crackles like thunder
where tides ebb and flow
all roads lead to rome
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