Still I feel compelled to conspire. I still swoon, my tongue dried of its libraries. Teach me to curse and I'll climb no higher. Gears gone wrong, sprung machinery. Sudden treachery, scripts and ornaments. The rosy cheeks of our secrecy. Ooh, I've seen it, I've said its name. I bit my lip as I fell from the cruel service of faith. Now I'll answer every ache tenderly in the broad bright light of day. Will I be required to repeat every way I've withered in between what never was and what never will be? I deserve death's release. I deserve to demand and defeat. Who needs a plan, with friends like these?
credits
from Good Dreams,
released January 10, 2012
Galen Hartley: vocals, acoustic and electric guitar, tambourine
Kelby MacNayr: drums
Travis Short: bass
Isak Goldschneider: clarinet
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020