Written by Mary Timony

LYRICS
Hey little boy when I tried to call you, you were still in bed
Will one of us destroy the other like that dream I had?
The room is white and the clock ticks
I see nothing but now I feel sick
There are fifteen pictures taped to the wall
I can’t see you in any of them at all
Here it comes, that poison melody plays to me
Will it enter our brains and kill us while we sleep?
That kind of music can kill your mind
I see it coming, an apocalyptic sign
I know my thinking is serpentine
One thousand death worms marching in a crooked line
Will one of us ride and the other walk?
One of us shut up and the other one talk?
That kind of music can kill your mind
I see it coming, an apocalyptic sign

CREDITS
Mary Timony: Voice, guitar, piano, keyboards, synths
Mary Timony: Akai sampler instruments, bass, viola
Christina Files: Drums, percussion
Jeff Goddard: Bass, trumpet
Amy Domingues: Cello
Miguel Rodriguez-Urbiztondo: Percussion, drums
Pete Fitzpatrick: Euphonium
Alan Weatherhead: Akai sampler instruments, guitar, pedal steel
Andy Abrahamson: Tama drum brain
Mark Linkous: Synths, optigon

PRODUCTION
Produced by Alan Weatherhead and Mary Timony with Mark Linkous
Recorded at Sound Of Music
Engineered by Alan Weatherhead
Mixed by Alan Weatherhead at Sound Of Music

RELEASES
Mary Timony: The Golden Dove

Note: Credits refer to album not song…