Old man, tell me how this ends.
He felt the tears run down his face
Until they reached where he could taste the grief.
Lost, lover lost. Sinking at her wake.
But he stayed afloat and said,
“So it goes, so it goes, so it goes on…and so on.”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know where time’s gone.”
Daughter, how will this all shape out?
Overlooking heart, and
Tracing body parts for which she thirsts.
Not quite fit for him, but fit for better days.
She got up and said,
“So it goes, so it goes, so it goes on…and so on.”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know where time’s gone.”
So young man, how will you play it out?
Looking under microscopes,
Diluting all the hope when it goes bad.
Let able arms carry you on.
Carry you on.
Get up and say,
“So it goes, so it goes, so it goes on…and so on.”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know where time’s gone.”
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