Sacred Dangers

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Do you believe in sacred dangers, would you open your heart to anyone?
What is the secret that you keep behind your knitted brows and your crossed arms?
Let’s go a few inches lower and deeper, who is the keeper of your appetite?
Is there a fear there of being taken? If you’re askin’ me, well, I just might

Hey, hey
Hey, yeah…

If you had wings and lots of money, where would you go, and what would you do?
Does it hurt to even think about it, isn’t it painful when we’re not getting through?
What is the difference between having and wanting everything we can fit inside?
Is there a fear there of being taken, once again from the inside?

Hey, hey
Hey, yeah…

Well I don’t know for sure about fairies and unicorns, but I’ve hung around with some big tall trees
And I never get answers without asking questions, so I’m wondering what you’ve got up your sleeve

Hey, hey
Hey, yeah...


from Chicken Mama, released July 31, 2017
Kasia Kugay ~ vocals, acoustic guitar
Jeff Kissell ~ double bass

Recorded by Jason Hatfield at the Church House in Santa Cruz



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chicken mama Santa Cruz, California

Chicken Mama is Kasia Kugay, born and raised in San Francisco by Polish and Turkish parents. Her original folk songs echo her inspirations of traditional American and Black Sea music, jazz, and lyrical themes of land and love. Listeners have praised her velvety tone of voice, rhythmic guitar work, clawhammer banjo, and clever lyricism. ... more

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