Megan LeFurge

Megan LeFurge

 Manitou Springs, Colorado, USA
BandFolk

Described as having "the voice of an angel" and "the voice of honeyed butter," Megan LeFurge is a true siren. Trained by the fast-paced, on-your-toes medium of jazz singing and enlightened by folk music of the 1960s, Megan's sound is unique, powerful, and alluring.

Biography

A product of many artistic disciplines, Megan is a self-proclaimed "wordsmith who likes to sing." She spent her childhood drawing pictures, writing poems, reading Roald Dahl, and reflecting in numerous journals. She's always loved music and secretly wished to perform her own music, but for many years from grade school until high school she was content with performing within a group setting with her church and schools choirs and symphonic bands (where she played flute). It wasn't until her early college years where she found the confidence to embrace the singular and vulnerable spotlight and she, literally, found her voice through jazz music.

Although she's just now sinking her teeth into aggressive and professional music making, she's already won awards for excellence in music. In the sixth grade (it starts early, folks) band instructor Mr. Hart awarded her the school's Excellence in Music Award; at the senior ceremony in high school, choir director Mrs. Lynn Branford awarded her Leadership in Music; and just this spring, Dr. Glen Whitehead, director of music at the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs, awarded her the Excellence in Music Award for the graduating class of 2010. The Visual and Performing Arts department at UCCS later awarded her the Excellence in VAPA award.

With a curiosity cultivated by the world's folk music and a voice developed by jazz stylings and techniques, Megan composes melodic poems to aid her in solving life's mysteries. Her songs have an alt-folk simplicity to them, and her voice is incredibly strong, yet poised and graceful.

Lyrics

Wishing Well

Written By: Megan LeFurge

"Wishing Well," by Megan LeFurge

Tolls the morning bell
I leave my wishes at the well
For to be a bride
And leave my family far behind
Like I had a choice, like I had a choice

Barred to write and read
"You don't need books to raise families
So wipe those tears dry
You're wasting time by cryin' and cryin'"
I can't help but wonder
Could there be something out there
Maybe I could find if I had the time?

What else are us daughters for
But the services we provide?
Another hungry mouth to feed
Until we leave as brides?

I hear my grandmother say,
"You'll make a fine wife someday
If you will follow me,
Obey the rules of ancestry"
Grandmother, don't you hear me?
These things that I'm screaming?
Like: "No, no, father, please, please, father,
I'm not ready to make a mother!"

"What else are you daughters for
But to occupy our time?
We bathe and clothe and feed you
Until you leave as brides"

What else are us daughters for
But the services we provide?
Another hungry mouth to feed
Until we leave as brides
Until we leave as brides
Until the day I die??

Float Away

Written By: Megan LeFurge

"Float Away" by Megan LeFurge

In the summer we laid in the flowers
We never kissed (but I hold on to that dream)
His hands were nestled in the palms of mine
My eyes said, “I love you,”
And then he turned to me,
“I have to go away, away”
He went away, away, away
He said, “What this means to you,
It’s something I must do.
If I hold onto you I’ll float away,
I’ll float away.”

In the summer we laid in the flowers
Rolling and laughing and passing time away
He held me so tightly and nuzzled me lightly
His eyes said, “I want you,”
But I had to look away:
“I have to go away, away”
I had to go away, away, away
What this means to you
It’s something I must do
Before we know we’re through
I’ve flown away
I’ve flown away

Broken Dishes

Written By: Megan LeFurge

"Broken Dishes" by Megan LeFurge
From the cabinets
Slipped her hands
Fell the dishes
Smashing them on the floor

Broken dishes get
Ten lashings
Broken dishes make you
Good and red and sore

I said I’m sorry but it’s
Not my fault
What can I do? Can’t we
Just let it alone?

“Get up my darling ‘cuz it’s
Time to go
Because we’re moving. We’re
Leaving this very morn’.”

Slam that door once more
Slam that door on me
Slam that door once more
Slam that door once more

They’re only dishes
On the ground
Broken dishes
Tear the family down

Rip the pictures from
Off the walls
Let the glass shatter
Into pieces on the floor

Burn the photos
Burn them all
Burn the frames down
Until they’re all gone

Slam that door once more
Slam that door on me
Slam that door once more
Slam that door once more

Down my hopes and
Down my wishes
On the floor just like
Broken dishes on the floor

Old-Fashioned Baby

Written By: Megan LeFurge

"Old-Fashioned Baby" by Megan LeFurge
If you were to say to me,
“May I call you my lady?”
Well, it might sound old-fashioned
It might sound old-fashioned

And if you held me close
And promised never to let me go
It might feel old-fashioned
It might feel old-fashioned

Yes, I’m an old-fashioned baby
Would you get old-fashioned with me?
Would you get old-fashioned with me?
Would you get old-fashioned with me?

At dusk in the summertime
We’ll be catching fireflies
But we always set ‘em free
Yes, we always set ‘em free
I know it’s old-fashioned
I know it’s old-fashioned

Well, if you’re an old-fashioned baby
You can be old-fashioned with me
You can be old-fashioned with me
You can be old-fashioned with me

Well, if you’re an old-fashioned baby
You can get old-fashioned with me
We’ll be swinging on my front porch swing
We’ll be singing and tapping our feet

Set List

Set lists of only originals is about an hour; often I throw in a couple of covers. I can make set lists of up to two and a half hours, consisting of both originals and covers. Covers include folk tunes (such as "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?") and folkyfied pop tunes (such as Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy"). I love to cover Beatles and Aimee Mann tunes.