You once named a city, so maybe you be there, standing in a doorway, braiding your brown hair. Call my name and it can't get better. You're fine as a diamond sewn on a sweater. What kind of folks just wave a flag? Anthems are for cops and t-boning d-bags. We'll be the platinum pompadours digging our heels down a bonemother's floor. I don't know how you'll sleep when I'm in town with a capital T. It might be love, fanatical, fearsome. Or just plain genius, crafty and queersome. Is it weird to wonder who looks at me like I look at you? Rusty wheels, roll me to heaven. Tilt that piano and peel me a lemon. I might never say it, but maybe you'll know it. What's worse than a horn that wilts when you blow it? Where you gonna be when it gets dark? Rowing out to where the water's deep. Where you gonna be when it gets dark? Nearer, my god, to thee.
credits
from Good Dreams,
released January 10, 2012
Galen Hartley: vocals, acoustic and electric guitar
Kelby MacNayr: drums
Travis Short: bass
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020