Your liar's crown and your mouth of thorns,
you got my wheel on your back, but the book is torn.
And your friend there in the corner,
with the holes in his face, he's got a sweaty touch
and a leper's crutch.
Lies are just lies,
and they're not worth much.
Your sister's tight smile and her hatred that grows,
for everything little thing that she'll never know,
and she cleans out your cell with sisterly love,
then she locks that lock with a key that rusts.
Lies are just lies,
and they're not worth much.
All your old men and your power plays,
when the truth is my love, yes, you're the slave.
And what will be the price, when the game turns rough, and your bloom it turns to ashes and enough's not enough.
Lies are just lies,
and they're not worth much.
I got your letter today, I read it with great care,
but the words, they're just ghosts, and you're not here,
and these things that I say, they might not be fair,
but my heart it's a bleedin' and there's blood everywhere.
And ain't it so sad, when love turns to shove,
and right turns to left, and below to above,
Lies are just lies,
and they're not worth much.
Adam's third child, that innocent one,
who stands in his glory, like a radiant sun.
And I shiver to think at the damage that's been done,
and how many years, like us, he will run.
Lies are just lies,
and they're not worth much.
Lies are just lies,
and they were never worth much.
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
