the foothills from widow's daughter by maudlyn monroe

Is it helping? The grey tweed penguin
standing in the corner in front of the unpainted plaster
You put on the mask just to help with your sleeping
You can’t stand to look at the unspackled ceiling

Up by the graveyard just off of 9th Street
you heard Leonard Cohen’s dark, hot daughter
she lived in her car and nobody knew her
—well, everyone knew her, but only so far
You can walk on the plank bridge over the drainage
You can hear the kids laughing from not so far
and the foothills have got so much magic it’s tragic
and some night I’ll come out just to sleep with the stars

Down every mountain highway, around every corner
I sped, sped, sped
cause the roads are too narrow for the police to patrol
and sometimes you’ve gotta make your getaway good
So you pick up that guitar like any good folk star
unknown to the masses but fierce when you growl
and you put all that awkward and upset and unknown
and too much, and too slow in a song
and you thank god it snowed

This town is a lily white down feather pillow
I’m blessed and I’m cursed and I’ve just got to follow
where the ones I need lead me, I’ve no strength to hold me
alone in the wilds with my car and a gravestone

So tell my sweet sister and all of my brothers
and all those I’ve done wrong, that makes up all the others
I’m lighting the torches, I’m fighting unfortunate
things that I’ve done in this world of our fathers

Oh, I don’t sleep well, this ceiling’s disgusting
and I’ve done such harm in this world, and I’m sorry
and thank god it snowed, this late winter’s disarming
the snow will be gone by tomorrow, I’m sorry

• Folk
• folk punk
• indie
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Fort Collins