It’s a shitshow out there across Boston. Road rage is our new favorite sport, the public transportation system is as broken as our collective morale, and springtime feels like a cruel dream that we’re awoken from each frigid morning. It’s enough to make us Bostonians “Question” a lot of things.
Magen Tracy’s latest single, “Question,” is definitely not about the weather outside, but it’s a nice musical reminder to slow our rolls and not get caught up in the chaos around us. “I said this is the hardest part,” Tracy sings in the chorus. “We forget who we are and forget what we want. If feels wrong, but I guess it seems smart.”
The acoustic, emotive “Question” is the second single off Tracy’s upcoming EP, Fiercely, which was produced by the musician’s Parlour Bells co-conspirator Nate Leavitt at Q Division in Somerville. It features Tracy on vocals and piano; Leavitt on guitars and vocals; Sam Spencer on bass; and Ned Gallacher on drums.
Tracy will be performing this Saturday at SALON/Bo & Rachel’s House Show #9 with When Particles Collide, Drab, Amy Douglas of Feints, and the Wrong Shapes (hit up one of the bands for details), and she and her full band, the Missed Connections, will be at the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge on April 30.
Listen to “Question” below, and take a step back. The full lyrics are below…
Magen Tracy, “Question”
Why would you question a meeting of minds
A stray conversation, the passing of time?
I told you I’m harder than any you’ve found
But you broke me in and you broke me down
There’s girls who give easy and girls who fold fast
And women who’ll love you in spite of your past
So why are we trying to make this one last?
We don’t have to be wrong, we don’t have to feel bad
I said this is the hardest part
We forget who we are and forget what we want
If feels wrong, but I guess it seems smart
It’s funny you’d say that; I’ve heard it before
I find it gets harder and hurts so much more
I used to be sweeter, you wouldn’t believe
But these days they’re all so much softer than me
I said this is the hardest part
You forget who we are and forget what you want
She seems small, but I guess she seems smart
It’s a consummate cure
It was nothing, I’m sure
But it’s better by far
Not to make this so hard
When they want you the way you are
Why would you question a meeting of minds
A stray conversation, the passing of time?
I told you I’m harder than any you’ve found
But you broke me in and you broke me down