I robbed with good intentions
I robbed and weathered a reckoning in my own home
I robbed and reaped a fate, or rather a fortune
and I won't let go
in my infinite wisdom I suppose I knew
I'd never make it on my own
and now the whole thing hangs on a nicotine patch
and the goodwill of my god damn bones
I watched my father lose it all
and I didn't learn a thing as he cursed and called
nine pints of unspent anger
untold love
righteous whispers
and English anchors
hanging over my head
just waiting to fall
I do not understand you, I do not know the way
to teach what I was taught
is it good enough if we just survive
until the end of the day ?
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020