Cartoon bullfighters and whiskey,
plenty of that stuff going on around here.
The women all wear cheap corsets, stare for hours,
into little hand held diamond encrusted jade mirrors.
And the streets are all muddy,
just like the hallways of your soul.
And there's a blindman on every corner,
so far from home.
This waltz of sad faces, well, it's weaving its way
like a snake through these dirty streets.
And the dancers, they all look so hungry
but there's plenty to eat.
There's lots of gold in this town,
and there's plenty, there's plenty of silver too,
and they're using it to build themselves an idol
in the courtyard, and babe it's a sculpture of you.
I lost your last letter,
I didn't need to do that to myself again.
I used it with a little gasoline to build myself a fire,
sitting around, getting drunk last night with an old lost friend.
But when I woke up this morning, ah Lazarus
he was staring hard right down into my face.
and his eyes they were two twin fires,
that he calls grace.
This waltz of sad faces, well, it's weaving its way
like a snake through these dirty streets.
And the dancers, they all look so hungry
but there's plenty to eat.
There's lots of gold in this town,
and there's plenty, there plenty of silver too,
and they're using it to build themselves an idol
in the courtyard, and babe it's a sculpture of you.
I saw your momma praying outside the drugstore,
said they won't take her prescriptions there no more.
At least until the sheriff came along, he's hooked on crystal meth,
ah he loves your momma, they call them Mr. and Mrs. Big Out West.
They like to get together, midnight, at that town well,
and your mother sings a lovely song in Japanese,
and the Sheriff gets that stupid look on his face,
as he drops to his knees.
This waltz of sad faces, well, it's weaving its way
like a snake through these dirty streets.
And the dancers, they all look so hungry
but there's plenty to eat.
There's lots of gold in this town,
and there's plenty, there plenty of silver too,
and they're using it to build themselves an idol
in the courtyard, and babe it's a sculpture of you.
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