My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground. And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence; He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis.
Colin MeloyAnd I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones.
Colin MeloyWhen you get respect from the people who are buying your music and coming to your shows, there's an expectation that you have to live up to your own standards.
Colin Meloy