Meghan Pulles

On “Scars,” Meghan Pulles offers a raw, quietly radiant meditation on pain and renewal. The track opens with what sounds like a banjo brushed in reverb, paired with faint synthetic textures that hover just beneath the surface. It’s a sparse but thoughtful arrangement, designed not to dazzle but to allow space—for reflection, for honesty, for breath. Pulles’ voice is the centerpiece: earthy, expressive, and deeply unguarded. There’s no polish masking the emotion—only the sound of someone reckoning with their own history.

The percussion arrives gently but decisively, lifting the song without overwhelming it. It acts as a kind of heartbeat, grounding Pulles’ lyrics in something steady, almost ceremonial. The line “My scar, magical” feels like a thesis statement—an act of reframing damage as something radiant, something worth honoring. And when she sings, “No one else can wear them like I can,” it’s not just about healing; it’s about ownership, about embracing the contours of one’s lived experience without apology.

There’s a quiet power in how Pulles resists melodrama. She doesn’t reach for grand gestures—instead, she lets subtlety do the work. The dynamics are carefully balanced, giving the track a sense of movement without ever rushing its emotional arc. Scars is a song about finding grace in what’s broken, and Pulles delivers it with the kind of sincerity that’s hard to fake. 

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