Our language was lost, you said you forgot
Your words lying deep in a cave
And it's hard to defend all these silences
when we both really have nothing to say
I feel for you, my dear
You let me in, then disappear
But my heart is as empty as yours
And if you ever come home, bring the blood and the bones
And I'll sweep the leaves off the porch
And we'll talk about it all like we used to
Sleep away the day like we used to
Spend way too much money like we used to
You had stones around your neck
Summertime on a deck
By the water, just after the flood
And we bantered like bells, on the shore and the swells
Until you pulled me down in the mud
I couldn't see in the dark, but I could still find your scars
And I wondered what happened to you
The kettle would whine and I'd shiver sometimes
When you told me what you had to do
When the snow has set in we can do it all again
Keep those wolves howling high in the pines
Let the fire take turns, let it warm first, then burn
Let the smoke blur the shapes and the lines
We're not young anymore, but we still can pretend
We're not wild, but we're also not tame
And if you don't want to stay, It don’t have to be that way
You can leave just as quick as you came
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