I held my hand out into the fire
Trying to catch a flame
we build ourselves an alter
out of old wood and a rusted blade
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I didn’t want to carry these secrets
too heavy for us to hold
I dragged them back into the city
but the found their way back home
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I should’ve tipped my hat and been done with it
but under my skin I just buried it
_
the words I tried to use
were all messed up in broken thought
I was a lonely shivering dancing fool
shaking in a shaman’s hut
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I could hear you screaming crazy
when I would hide out on my own
but I had thrown myself into the mud
of some darkness I’ve never known
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I should’ve tipped my hat and been done with it
but under my skin I just buried it
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Did I say too much
more than enough
was I running on fumes
instead of my heart
-
did I stumble in to
the dreamer’s den
now I’m back in the belly
of the beast again
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I was a compass kid on the corner
drawing circles around a map
I had chased the rain through the valley
until I found the lighting branch
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I went to see the healer
I had questions about the heart
she said anything I could ever tell you
ain’t ever going to be enough
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I should’ve tipped my hat and been done with it
but under my skin I just buried it
-
I should’ve tipped my hat and been done with it
but under my skin I just buried it
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This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020