Rain, rain falling down, please wash away this dirty town,
my arms are empty and my head is such a mess.
I lost a lover and I lost a friend, and I just don't think I can do it again.
Rain, rain please wash it all away.
The day runs hot and then goes cold, and everything changes and gets old,
the streets in this town are stories of neglect.
I've played make believe, but I can't change these things I've seen,
ah rain, rain, please wash it all away.
Time runs through my hands like flash flood waters through desert sands,
here and gone and nothing left in its wake.
And ah, those thunderclouds roll on,
oh what the hell let's get it on.
Oh, rain, rain please wash it all away.
When you pass me in the street, please nod, smile
and say something sweet. You have no idea
what those little things mean to me.
Because when that night comes down,
we're all stuck in this dirty town.
Oh rain, rain, please wash it all away.
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