I can still hear the voices singing
and the dancing between the trees
before we were hero's of honor
we were pirates of a distant sea
the future has found a new name
but it's past still haunts this town
your heart is dressed in amour
mine is drunk in the lounge
It's going to be a long ride
It's going to be a heavy rain
It's going to be a hound dog moon
that lights up our blue and grey
It's going to be some late nights
It's going to be a lot of give and take
you can call it a slow march
I'll call it a long parade
I pulled a faded map from my pocket
none of the lines made any sense
I took a road into a wine-colored village
then a path to where the branches bend
I threw my old hat into the fire
I watched the flames take the crown
The shadows of the night went running
the lighting whipped the ground
It's going to be a long ride
It's going to be a heavy rain
It's going to be a hound dog moon
that lights up our blue and grey
It's going to be some late nights
It's going to be a lot of give and take
you can call it a slow march
I'll call it a long parade
there was an echo in the darkness
I crawled into catch a look
there was a mother crying at the alter
there was a priest praying to the earth
I left my sorrow near the river
In a burial of broken stones
I tried to break all my patterns
but they were stitched together to strong
It's going to be a long ride
It's going to be a heavy rain
It's going to be a hound dog moon
that lights up our blue and grey
It's going to be some late nights
It's going to be a lot of give and take
you can call it a slow march
I'll call it a long parade
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