"'Be Yr Man' is a sleepy, sparse, dream pop reverie. You can sit and listen hard for the subtle electronics and try to untangle the lyrics, or you can put it on and drift through the day, just like Duffy’s wandering voice." Duffy’s reverb-drenched voice, acoustic guitar, and electric noise hanging out in the shadows, are a transportive device. You might think a major commitment is required to appreciate Hand Habits, but you will be surprised. might at first seem somewhat daunting - it consists of one 6-minute long song and one 9-minutes long. "Meg Duffy has been a fixture, as a guitarist, in the Hudson Valley indie scene and with Hand Habits forms the core of a very tidy, talented, and evolving four-piece band. When it hit me it hit me like a wall of sound in through my ears I fall to the ground I know I’ve got a lot to learn When it happened it happened like a slowed down scene the world continued turning but at half the speed I know that everyone must see it If your heart’s not human then I can’t break it I’m not gunna try and take it you gotta hand it over on your ownĪwo I wanna scream at the moon with you I wanna make your mouth move me and you in the springtime I wanna see you bloom I spend too much time alone nobody calls me on the phone most of my friends have died and I don’t mind at allĪwo I wanna scream at the moon with you I wanna make your mouth move me and you in the spring time I wanna see you bloomĪll the witches that lived in salem they all died well who could blame them every time you lose you lose control Nobody tells me to pay attention my mama don’t care what I’m best at daddy thinks he tried or so it seems I’ve turned into the doorway into your living room I feel like an old guitar that is out of tune I am out of tune I’ve been outside your door screaming for a little while I’ve been trying to find out if I could be your styleĮven lakes and ponds feel the tides sometimes underwater I believe everything is fine I’ve been trying hard to make sense of this honey aren’t you glad this isn’t ambiguous heavy mess We are the same I want to hold your hand we are the same I want to meet your friends we are the same I want to do what I can we are the same I wanna be your man but I can’t I’ve turned into the windowsill in your bedroom I’ve turned into a desk on the floor with some leg room I’ve been hiding out underneath your covers I’ve been trying to find out if I could be your lover
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