chords VERSE C F AM G C
CHORUS F G C F G C B E7 F G C
lyrics
County and state lines that you cross wont take away the pain from the things that a woman can say, the cops and the memories weve tried to outrun the treacherous trifilin shit that wed done ANXIETIES A TRAIN THAT CANT BE STOPPED OUR LIVES ARE A MURAL THAT CANNOT BE CROPPED THE HIERARCHY OF NEEDS HAS NO TOP no matter what the hard drinks or hard drugs you try they dont take away that cold feeling inside cause anything dope takes away on the street gets returned in the silence when you try to sleep i traded in my lungs for deflated tar filled bags i traded in my pores for a bunch of needle tracks i bought a pair of pliers and applied them to my brain i sold my pair a scizzors when construction paper cam I TRADED PRESENT TENSE FOR THE PAST I SWAPPED OUT SECOND PLACE FOR DEAD FUCKING LAST NOW IM TRADING IN MY BRAINCELLS FOR LAUGHS
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