I stood in front of mirrors, baby, and I spoke your name
Then I stood upon the mountain top, and, there, I did the same
In darkened rooms I sang the sacred words and felt ashamed
'Cos they meant nothing to me, honey. It was empty medicine.
I would burn a dozen altars, I would sing all the psalms all backwards
If I thought that would draw a spark.
Karen: in your life, you answered every call
I have wrecked my skeptic’s heart
Wondering where you are
In the year before you died, I kept insisting that I’d visit
But of course that was a lie, and I just knelt to my laziness
In my own way I have tried to draft some reckoning of this
The only the things I’m haunted by are all those chances that I missed
A Sunday drive to say goodbye,
Then an evening in the country
I mean, what cause did I have to stall?
I wasn’t in denial, I wasn’t frightened at all
I have taxed my selfish heart
Wondering at the cost
In my time, I too will lie in some hospital bed
Balancing the line between the wrestle and the rest
In that moment will I have any fellowship left
Or will I stand before the darkness alone and unmet
'Cos I might sing about the spirit,
I might sing about the soul.
But it’s only ritual.
A way to render meaning when I know there is none
I have wrecked my stupid heart
Wondering what becomes of us
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