THE RAIN CAME DOWN ON BRECKINRIDGE
THE STREET LIGHTS BARLEY OFF
SHE WAS BITTER LIKE THE STUFF
YOU FIND IN THE BOTTOM OF YOUR COFFEE CUP
IT WAS HARD TO SWALLOW
HARD TO THINK
THROAT SORE FROM ALL THE SMOKE
ONE LAST CIGGARETTE ONE LAST BEER
ONE LAST LINE OF COKE
SHE WAS NO TRUCK DRIVER
NO TWO TIMER
JUST A PLAIN OL' SILLY GIRL
SICK AND SAD WITH IDLE HANDS
LEFT TO DO THE DEVILS WORK
OH THAT RADIO PLAYED
A HARD RAINS GONNA FALL
DYLAN, AND TOWNES, AND PRINE
SINGING ROUNDS
AS THAT CLOUDED OL' SUN CAME UP
SHE THOUGHT IT BEST TO GET SOME REST
BUT PICKED UP HER GUITAR INSTEAD
SAT ON THE POOL TABLE
WHERE SHE FELT STABLE
PLAYED TO PEOPLE
GETTING THEIR MORNING PAPER
SHE LOOKED OUT THAT WINDOW
SAW THE CHILDREN CATCHING THE BUS
WONDERED WHERE HER MONEY HAD WENT
IF PUSHING SONGS WAS REALLY WORK
SHE SOLD THAT SONG FOR THE TRADE OF A TRUCK
PAID THE PUSHER MAN AND MOST OF HER DEBT
PACKED UP HER THINGS WITH THE DECISION
THAT CITY LIFE WASN'T GOOD FOR HER HEALTH
PUSHING THE PEN TRYING TO FIND WHERE YOU'VE BEEN
MIGHT JUST MAKE YOU A BUCK
BUT TO GET THERE, YOU'VE GOTTA FAIL
FALL DOWN FACE ON YOUR LUCK
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020