The days grew long and your heart grew dark
near the factory and the east town park
knocking on the doors, just trying to get in
but there ain’t nothing, there ain’t no work to give
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From stone to brick, from brick to rust
lost in the dream till the dream went bust
voice on the radio sings soft and blue
if you ride with me, I’ll ride with you
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The yards full of birds with the house use to sit
can’t remember where the money all went
folks gather around as the rail cars pass
they toast to the evening, but they drink for the past
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In a vacant lot shines a stone colored moon
lights up the evening as the guitars tune
sing around the fire, till the fire runs cold
they sing for the city, but they cheer for the road
The yards full of birds with the house use to sit
can’t remember where the money all went
folks gather around as the rail cars pass
they toast to the evening, but they drink for the past
they took the wine from the pastor’s house
drank on the roof, till the roof gave out
feasting on bread, till their bellies went fat
they fall and stumble, then lay back and laugh
The yards full of birds with the house use to sit
can’t remember where the money all went
folks gather around as the rail cars pass
they toast to the evening, but they drink for the past
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