I struggle with the images that I see constantly, those that no other generation has had access to, or had to find ways of coping with. Images of a world divided by wealth and opportunity, and of broken people fighting the disorder that it brings.
lyrics
Ch: I’m too wise to weep
I’m Just too wise to weep
My head’s too full of trouble
And I’m too wise to weep
I’ve seen so many troubles
Seen them gather every day
Seen the broken and the hungry
Scratch a living from the clay
Watched the torment of those driven
By conflict from their land
seen the tears of separation
Heard the hatred at first hand
I saw a woman last night
She was trying to get some sleep
She had all of her possessions
Lying round her in a heap
With her home in scattered pieces
Lifted roofs and shattered trees
The precious and trivial
Blowing in the mocking breeze
My innocence is stolen
I’ve seen things I should never see
I’ve seen faces the captive held
By those who should not be free
I’ve been hardened by the murders And the bombing and the war
Broken people broken Promises.
Till I can cry no more
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Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020