Dirty gold
I’m abrasive
Fill the mould
Too complacent
Too much dirt
It’s getting warmer
Now my actions
Are performers
I need trials
This is easy
Give me something
Not to please me
Held in hands
That know better
Than to let go
Of the debtor
Forge me in the flames
Where my heart can be open
Cast me to the fire
As my metal goes molten
Burn the impurities
While I sing for Your goodness
Mould me as You please
I will go through the furnace
All over over
I think You know what it means to me
A beautiful life You’ve given me
It’s over over
The blessed gift of suffering
The scales on my eyes
The trials to rise
The thorn in my side
Dirty gold
I’m abrasive
Fill the mould
Too complacent
Too much dirt
It’s getting warmer
Now my actions
Are performers
I need trials
This is easy
Give me something
Not to please me
Held in hands
That know better
Than to let go
Of the debtor
Forge me in the flames
Where my heart can be open
Cast me to the fire
As my metal goes molten
Burn the impurities
While I sing for Your goodness
Mould me as You please
I will go through the furnace
New album from Meg Duffy, dubbed as a personal glimpse into the artist's lush solo work. Dreamy, intimate folk-centered recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2017