Martha, Martha you're so anxious, worried
Over all these many things
Mary Magda-little girl is crying
Tears are running down his feet
You can tell me anything
I will listen to your words
You can take me anywhere
I will always follow you there
You can tell me all your secrets, Judas
You can tell me all your lies (lies, lies, lies)
I will follow in your footsteps, Jesus
I will follow you to die (die, die, die)
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020