𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 Who are you bringing your flowers to now? You don’t come around Who are you bringing your flowers to now? Along the cavalcade of days Seasons play across your face Is our love story just a past life now? I recall fields of aster rays Where you could not meet my gaze But when I walked away Your eyes would not let me go Is it our second century of electricity? Our love story from a past life now In white satin heat You knelt in roses at my feet Your hand upon your heart Like some kind of prayer What do we do with all this swearing This humming, buzzing in the air With our love story from a past life now? Reincarnate rosary Your life, my life in mystery Both reaching out to gather the golden flower Along my cavalcade of days Seasons play across your face Is our love story just a past life now? Is our love story a past life now? Is our love story just a past life now?
TRUCK Sometimes it’s Lucinda Sometimes it’s Emmylou Sometimes it’s Rosetta And sometimes it’s June But lately it’s July Between the heat and my luck I’ve been switching out the stations In my mama’s truck What you looking for out there, girl? Wild as anything I believe in everything What you looking for out there, girl? Wild as anything I believe in everything Sunshine in the rearview Are you singing along With the sisters of the road and their siren song? Heartbreak to heartbreak Devour them coast to coast Did you kill the ladykillers And go riding with the ghost? What you looking for out there, girl? Wild as anything I believe in everything What you looking for out there, girl? Wild as anything I believe in everything In the crossroads, in the crystals That you gaze into Lies the world you stand Waiting to step your life into Take it away, take it away, take it away You’re what you’re looking for out there, girl Wild as anything I believe You’re what you’re looking for out there, girl Wild as anything I believe in everything
Now that was Awesome! That put a smile on my face. I remember that night it snowed in Durham seeing Skylar and Cheesa, and getting them both to sign my tambourine. I treasure it as well as that night's memory.😀
Your vocals embrace the theater and drama of the music. Wonderful sound mix and orchestration; it dances in my headphones. Big applause to the video as well. I look forward to the new Album. Cheers
The Joni Mitchell of our time, I'm so glad I found you a couple yrs ago bc I'm from Vermont. I used to live in Greensboro NC but moved back in 2010. Great song.❤but So are all your songs...
I have to say without a doubt that every time I hear a new song from Skylar I'm always so impressed. Life has changed for me recently, and listening to more songs like this will always make me happy and bring a smile to my face. Thank you so much for your hard work, it shows. 😊
FIRE COUNTRY Pink moon over the Palisades Chasing mailbox money up the 1 highway Smoke in the canyon reflected in your face I got five bucks and the East Coast to my name Fire country I took a vow To put this out Does everyone live in different worlds? On my knees I press my hands against the TV screen I’m talking to you Are you talking to me? Tell me what’s between us What’s between Fire country I see you now Who’ll put this out? I tune my guitar to the names of old lovers Plastered on posters on the wall, well This one’s dedicated to anyone who’s ever been in love To the wildflowers raging in the bluffs And the inmates on the interstate In orange jumpsuits and a dollar pay This is for the wind That’s snatching what we’re saying away This one’s for earthquakes This one’s for hurricanes This one’s for Fire country I’m in you now What if this all burns down? I think and I pray I think and I pray To all that came before To everything that may remain To all that crosses over This interstate Fire country You’re on fire country Welcome to fire country
With autotune and airbrush there's a chance, You'll be let down when you get a live glance, But sometimes you know, What you'll get at a show. Gudasz gives a gorgeous live performance.
colt legs swaying in a cotton dress barefoot on the road where they misspelled independence we’re doing what the sign says “dance” dreaming bout that future big romance i’m my mother’s daughter wild child of the summer i’m my mother’s daughter old soul shittalker we tattoo on her sage advice like “you can have it all just not at the same time” and “absence makes the heart grow, yes fonder of someone else” and “sing while you work” la la la la “sing while you work” la la la la la la (come strawberry season) i’m my mother’s daughter wild child of the summer i’m my mother’s daughter fire drawn to the water throw a little salt over your shoulder love is a gift, love is spell you cast love can spoil, but love can last even when you walk away love when you walk away and sing while you work la la la la
