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Upcoming Shows

February 7th- Bothel WA- Anderson School

Upcoming Releases

Minda is currently working on two separate albums that will be released in late 2024 and early/mid 2025. The first one to be released is titled ‘Bear Bones’, and is a stripped down album completely self produced in Minda’s home studio. The second album to be release is titled, ‘Light Heart of Darkness’ and will be produced in the same studio as her most recent album Loneliest Bug.

Contact Information: Minda Lacy can be contacted at mindagalelacy@gmail.com

About

Minda Lacy is a lyrically driven singer songwriter originally from Silver City New Mexico. She currently resides in Portland Oregon, where she is immersed in the unique, and rich music scene of the Pacific North West. Minda creates from a genuine place of curiosity, exploring the minds of the people she loves, and the mysteries of the universe. With this curiosity she attempts to weave a thread of poignant simplicity through the devastating, and hilarious things about the ways we are, the things we do, and the places we exist.

Minda has a preoccupation with time, death, and bugs. She toys with the balancing act of silliness and seriousness, and often approaches topics like mortality and suffering from a place of light hearted wit. Time and again, Minda has expressed that she feels like a small bug epoxied to space by the sticky substance of time, stuck to reality like an ant on fly paper. Minda may spend too much time thinking about time, trapped in a perpetual paradox that she periodically digs herself out of through song writing.

You can listen to Minda’s most recent album, Loneliest Bug, as well as an assortment of other EP’s and singles on all streaming platforms, including Bandcamp.






 

Lyrics

  • I offers lessons in Guitar, Ukulele, Musical composition, and songwriting. I can teach at all skill levels. I can construct lessons designed to cater to the unique musical goals of each student.

    My rates are on a sliding scale of $30-$45 dollars an hour. I can teach in person for students in the Portland Oregon area, and can teach virtually to anyone.

    I offer a free monthly lesson for anyone who joins my Patreon for $20 dollars or more a month. If interested, please email me at mindagalelacy@gmail.com, or fill out the contact form at the botto of the web page.

  • Sometimes I wonder If all of my friends Are really just regular people

    And sometimes I wonder If regular people Are really just all of my Friends

    I'm The loneliest bug out on the bend

    Sitting all alone in my den

    Thinking 'bout my friends

    I think of all the people Who came and went back out like nothing

    I think of all the time And how I'd like to fill it up with something

    And the emptiness that lurks And fills you up with something heavy

    And sinks you through your day just like a stone

    I'm the loneliest bug out on the bend

    Sitting all alone in my den

    Thinking 'bout my friends

    Maybe we all balance To keep our thoughts fully intact

    And slip off in the night When something small comes to distract us

    And no one really knows Which direction leads us to

    The places we've been meaning to go

    I'm the loneliest bug out on the bend

    Sitting all alone in my den

    Thinking bout my friends

  • What's up with time? And what's up with you?

    You're doing all the things that you Don't wanna be doing

    Yeah you're twiddling your thumbs As you're drifting through

    And you're sleeping when you're walking And you're dreaming with your eyes open

    Eyes open wider than the sky

    I wish that I could touch your eye With my eye

    If you can't take the weather Why don't you put on a sweater

    Why don't you do what you're doing But just a little bit better

    Just a little bit smarter And a little more funny

    Why don't you have

    A little more money, honey

    Honey is dripping from your lips

    I wish that I could touch your lips with my lips

    There is something tender hardening

    Oh, I can feel it happening

    And I can't remember what it used to be

    No, I can't remember what it meant to me

    So who do you think you're fooling, who?

    No one in this world has been watching you

    And there's really nothing that we need to do

    You were just using me while I was using you

    If I had a dollar for every time I got to thinking

    That I spend too much time blinking and all the seconds in between

    They start to fizzle at the seams

    And I don't know when I'm dreaming

    Yeah, I'm sleeping when I'm day walking

    Spacing with my eyes open

    Eyes open wider than the sky

    I wish that I could touch your eye with my eye

  • What's up with time? And what's up with you?

    You're doing all the things that you Don't wanna be doing

    Yeah you're twiddling your thumbs As you're drifting through

    And you're sleeping when you're walking And you're dreaming with your eyes open

    Eyes open wider than the sky

    I wish that I could touch your eye With my eye

    If you can't take the weather Why don't you put on a sweater

    Why don't you do what you're doing But just a little bit better

    Just a little bit smarter And a little more funny

    Why don't you have

    A little more money, honey

    Honey is dripping from your lips

    I wish that I could touch your lips with my lips

    There is something tender hardening

    Oh, I can feel it happening

    And I can't remember what it used to be

    No, I can't remember what it meant to me

    So who do you think you're fooling, who?

    No one in this world has been watching you

    And there's really nothing that we need to do

    You were just using me while I was using you

    If I had a dollar for every time I got to thinking

    That I spend too much time blinking and all the seconds in between

    They start to fizzle at the seams

    And I don't know when I'm dreaming

    Yeah, I'm sleeping when I'm day walking

    Spacing with my eyes open

    Eyes open wider than the sky

    I wish that I could touch your eye with my eye

  • Woke up from a dream And it swiftly blew away

    To find yourself In a peculiar condition today

    You could call the doctor And they'd be on their way

    But you already know Just what they'd say

    There's something wrong with you

    I really must confide

    There's something terribly wrong with you inside

    I stop to watch the people As their days slowly unfurl

    They dress up their funny body's And they push them through the world

    And they talk about their taxes and pretend that they don't notice

    That there is something decomposing lurking just beneath the surface

    There's something wrong with you

    I really must confide

    There's something terribly wrong with you inside

    Sitting with those feelings that you had

    Caused by the nerve in your belly that makes you sad

    It's like practicing the method of infinite descent

    I heard what you said but I didn't catch what you meant

    There's something wrong with you

    I really must confide

    There's something terribly wrong with you inside

  • It's ok to sleep through the morning

    I guess it's ok to not sleep in the night

    And it's ok to feel boring and worn

    I guess it's ok to feel nothing inside sometimes

    It's ok to feel that you're not

    The person you were before you forgot who you were

    'Cause I'm sure Pretty soon it'll come in to view

    It's ok to lose it all 'cause I'm a loser too

    I picked a combination of words to be said

    From the nebulous storm of pictures in my head

    And from there I thought you'd know who I am but instead

    It was just a fleeting wisp of emotion

    And it didn't even scratch the peel

    Because the only real thing you could ever even know about me

    Is the way that I make you feel

    Out of all our conversations

    And all my reservations

    And all the moving parts held precariously in my heart

    I can't seem to find the right time

    Treading water in my mind

    It's kinda difficult to ignore

    I wish someone would do it for me

    It's ok to step out of line

    I guess it's ok to shit your pants sometimes

    And it's ok to lose all your socks within your fitted sheets at night

    And it's ok to feel that you're not

    The person you were before you forgot who you were

    'Cause I'm sure Pretty soon it'll come into view

    It's ok to lose it all 'cause I'm a loser too

  • There's no secret in knowing everywhere that you've been

    To get like a beetle And crawl inside your skin

    'Cause everyone in the cast of it

    Don't know the half of it

    Just making the faces that convey what they need you to see

    But I witnessed you shedding

    Your human disguise

    Yes you turned into an animal

    Right before my eyes

    You turned into an animal

    Right before my eyes

    I saw you thinking on your years

    All the things that you didn't do

    Some you didn't 'cause you were broken

    Some 'cause you just didn't want to

    But you were trying to fool me

    Hiding what's underneath

    Behind your grizzly teeth

    You went and you swallowed it away

    But I witnessed you shedding

    Your human disguise

    Yes you turned into an animal

    Right before my eyes

    Yes you turned into an animal

    Right before my eyes

  • You sometimes forget to

    Listen to what I am saying to you

    And I don't alway know what I'm saying

    But I wish you'd at least play along

    'Cause I'd just like to be here for a second

    A second pressed under my thumb

    I'd just like to mention the way the light's hitting

    The side of the mountain with the dead orange leaves in the sun

    There's a voice in your bathroom says maybe I'd love you

    If only you were a bit different

    Shrunk down to pocket size with smaller ears and bigger eyes

    And a little less dusty inside

    You have a serious way of remembering

    The things you ought not be thinking about

    I'm tired of hearing you telling yourself

    That you're all squeezed out

    There's many odd shapes and dimensions of love

    There's that flirty boy back home you often think fondly of

    And the way that you're calm and the way that you're shook

    And the secret letters Left in your notebook to find

    All those times, and I'll keep them in mind

    I'll keep them like relics of the tiny divine

    And I'll keep them entwined with what's lost in the rest

    But I'll keep them nonetheless

    You have a serious way of remembering

    The things you ought not be thinking about

    I'm tired of hearing you telling yourself

    That you're all squeezed out.

  • I am looking forward to a time years from now

    When I can write you a letter expressing how

    You make me feel Right now

    Yes, I've just been reflecting On all the times we had

    Can't call them good, in fact you made me mad

    So mad, so mad

    With you up there in your big 'ol head

    Not hearing a goddamn thing I said

    Oh well, oh well

    But because of you, I can see

    The toughest me I'd ever be

    As far as I can tell

    All the things to say

    Just put 'em in a box And ship them away

    No one's listening anyway

    Just two clueless people sitting in a cloud

    Talking to ourselves out loud

    I can't go telling you how to be

    If I can't change the way I look at you

    I'll change the way I see

    I can remember various instances

    Wandering at night under various substances

    We'd find a place to lay and gaze up above

    Never quite at rest and never quite in love

    You know, I think I spent all this time lying through my silence

    Taking' apart your mind and trying to make sense of it

    You're tangled up in blue

    And there's nothing I can do

    You know, I love the way you think But I don't think I love you

    All the things to say

    Just put 'em in a box And ship them away

    No one's listening anyway

    Just two clueless people sitting in a cloud

    Talking to ourselves out loud

    I can't go telling you how to be

    If I can't change the way I look at you

    I'll change the way I see

  • Spent an hour perched on the bathroom shelf

    Making faces in the mirror to myself

    And it'd probably be good for my health

    To find something better to do with my time

    Time time time

    I do this all the time

    I spend too much time thinking about time

    And minutes turn to days put in boxes on a shelf

    Stacked up in my mind

    And I'm staring at the open door

    Waiting for something to be waiting for

    And I'm starting to worry

    That we're all in a hurry

    To just sit around and wait some more

    But I wouldn't feel so far behind

    If I wasn't so restless all the time

    Time time time

    I'd figure it all out if I could

    But I got this terrible feeling

    I'm not doing what I should

    Maybe the nights will get longer And the world will get smaller

    And I'll miss out on everything for good

    I'll miss out on everything for good

    And I'm staring at the open door

    Sixty seconds away From six years more

    Don't know what I'm counting on

    Don't know what I'm counting for

    I don't know what I'm counting for

    But I wouldn't feel so far behind

    If I wasn't so restless all the time

    Time time time time

  • We're on the porch under the crows nest

    And you're sitting over there looking your best

    And I may as well say something I guess

    'Cause I'm dying

    And you're dying

    We're dying

    Something happened from the very start

    I'm not in love with you

    'Cause that wouldn't be too smart

    But some spazzy little creature Dances 'round in my heart when you're here

    And I'm dying

    Only for a lifetime, I'm dying

    I won't be dying anymore when I'm dead

    And I'm not dreaming up Some grand fantasy

    Of you leaving who you got to run away with me

    No, I'm not some hopeless romantic fool

    I just think you're pretty cool

    I just think your pretty cool

    And I'm dying

    Prolly not for a while but I'm dying

    One of these days I'll be dead

    One of these days…

    And it seems that life just rolls along

    Narrating itself In three chord songs

    about how everything is here until the second it's gone

    And if it doesn't go right it doesn't have to be wrong

    But I'm dying

    It's no big deal but I'm dying

    Like everybody else I'm dying

  • Take my bones, take my sighs

    Take anything from me that you like

    'Cause I'm not here

    And the tension is slackening

    I’m just a puppet of the happening

    Or a wizard of the night

    But sitting here with you I love you dearly

    You fit so clearly in the space that takes up you

    You drink the morning in through and through

    And the morning drinks you too

    Take My bones Take my lies

    Take anything from me That you like

    'Cause I'm not real

    And the tension is slackening

    I'm just a puppet of the happening

    Or a wizard of the night

    But sitting here with you I love you dearly

    You fit so clearly in the space that takes up you

    You drink the morning in Through and through

    And the morning Drinks you too

Shows

November 21st-Portland OR-Sundown Pub

December 11th-Spokane WA

December 21st- Portland OR-Mississippi Pizza (Album Release)

February 7th- Lacey WA

Booking & Contact

mindagalelacy@gmail.com