Rachel Margaret's lyrics & chords

Imagine a gene lab accident. Beakers holding the DNA of Tracey Thorne, Elisabeth Fraser, and Morrissey crash to the floor, their contents mixing and recombining as they drip down the wall toward an electrical outlet. Days after the cleanup, technicians lean over their benches. In a corner where the mops couldn't reach, is a still-damp spot... In the bustling world of indie-pop, acts come and go. But Rachel Margaret is carving out a niche all its own--at once both cutting edge and timeless. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is availab...read more