Carrying my heart in a plastic bag,
I'm knocking on doors and I'm running away.
I'm chased by an angel with furious eyes,
not a moment of peace and a choir of lies.
I'm trapped in the ashes, I'm waiting to heal,
I'm dreaming of a nightingale lost in a field,
with a beak of wonder and a song of roses.
I'm tired of your firm handshakes, your nodding smiles
and all my spent prayers,
I want to be broken like glass in the street,
like the pounding of feet in the getaway night.
I'm trapped in the ashes, I'm waiting to heal,
I'm dreaming of a nightingale lost in a field,
with a beak of wonder and a song of roses.
I was hoping you could break me out of this dream,
place your hand on my heart and put it to sleep.
But happiness is something that I don't know,
I'm looking for god but I got miles and miles to go.
I'm trapped in the ashes, I'm waiting to heal,
I'm dreaming of a nightingale lost in a field,
with a beak of wonder and a song of roses.
You can't just sit down and write songs like these. You have to wrestle with the angel first. Tyrella has done that- the proof is the songs on Albedo. He is a master songwriter. Rodney DeCroo
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020
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