Ah yes and you: bright-eyed and alone,
And burning to chip out your piece of the sun, ‘cause white cats die young.
And I see you: all battered and blackenblue
And hoping it’s true that two can become one, ‘cause white cats die young.
So there you stand, in fortune gone wrong:
World in your hand and thrown out with a shrug… now coming undone.
Fighting your enemy, climbing an evergreen,
Find but one scary thing, and turn your back and be gooone.
And here’s to you: a foreign affair,
One train away from the next city’s care.
A desert behind: can’t catch you through there.
You tasted each fruit and you came out a monster.
And could you see a life where you’re real to someone
Whose one wish is to feel you come dawn ‘cause white cats die young
Fighting your enemy, climbing an evergreen,
Find but one scary thing, and pack your bag and be gooone?
Endlessly retreading pasts well-worn, and hoping that one leads somewhere new.
Chasing the day when you won’t be scorned, but nobody was ever talking about you.
Now I see you: abandoned, unloved, and fading away like old pages in the sun.
Ya white cats die young… yeahhh white cats die…
Rhode Island singer-songwriter and producer Laura Wolf enshrouds sophisticated chamber music richly textured dream pop, ornate yet organic. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2021
Super tasty appetizer of an EP, featuring mixes by Son Lux and Mason Jar. Sets the table nicely for MBD's Fall album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2014