There was blood striped across my face
Blood striped the moon
Blood hung down in ropes from my family blade
And filled the saloon
The bartenders sang calamity
And the gravediggers swooned
That was any given Tuesday night in my life...
But then I met you
And I cut off my long brown blood-slicked hair
I sutured my wounds
I left that cheap shit sitting down there on that bottom shelf
And I stopped running right at my blues
I opened the windows of the house
I unlocked every room
And, in the morning, that old sun came up
As it's been known to
We ain't gonna save this wretched world from the Cults of Abaddon
We ain't gonna save our hangdog souls, baby
We can't undo what things we've done
But, come on, kid. We've still got lives to live.
And, yeah, we might be dying.
But we ain't dead yet.
The wolf knelt before the hearth
And the cereus bloomed
Every empty bottle filled back up
When you walked in the room
The light fell across my heart
Light filled the tomb
And the kingdoms of the dead despaired
On the day that I met you
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022