Just in a certain light - that's right, this light. Can't get it off my mind. It's nineteen ninety nine and you're alive. You're still alive. You and your mother and father are still alive. They could've made a saint from just your shade. We couldn't change their mind. Somebody brings a gift, the bone's a fact, the meat's a myth. But most of us lied most of our lives. What do you want to hide? Oh, what glory would you deny? A feeling with no name, sunrise, slow train. All I can do is guess. Somebody's holding out, one more deep doubt. We didn't learn from the best, but you and your mother and father learned even less. Hurts like a worn out tooth. Black eye, dad's suit. Hurts when I'm looking good. What if it wasn't real? Mouths close, bones heal. Our little fire needs wood. What if we've don all we could? Oh, what glory remains misunderstood?
credits
from Good Dreams,
released January 10, 2012
Galen Hartley: vocals, acoustic and electric guitar, organ, tambourine
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