Raised like a glass to the words of a drunk. Dedicated to the one I love. And so, by rite and by rote, brought up and broken over a stone. They call it magic, pulling flames out of matchsticks. Believers and blacklists, a proud, swaggering slapstick. Measured by their madness. Raised like a flag to a fallen king, halfway and hung out in the wind with our inheritance changing hands. Betting blind on the future's romance. Don't say you don't know. Don't say you don't know the fools you once claimed as your own. Authors of an endless code. The royalty of your regrets demanding a sacrifice, but there was no loyalty left.
credits
from Good Dreams,
released January 10, 2012
Galen Hartley: vocals, acoustic and electric guitar, handclaps
Kelby MacNayr: drums
Travis Short: bass
Athena Holmes: vocals
Kate Wyatt: piano
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020