How many more steps left to come?
How far? How many more away from?
Does every pilgrim leave something behind?
Do they serve too who only stand and wait?
And must stay outside the city gates?
Is a pilgrim only one once he arrives?
I will find my way back to the shrine
No beauty in the world compares
With virtue, cracked and hurt, repaired
Even if it hangs your sins out on a line
We will wash them in the fountains
That flow down that rolling mountain
Into the bay that bleaches them with brine
I will find my way back to the shrine
Help is on the way! believe!
The angels neither sigh nor grieve
But silently surround the waiting line.
I’ve turned my back on home and friendship
For a chance to see a kerchief
Waving from the window of a shrine
Whose threshold I’ll collapse before I find
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