Weren’t they holy: all the wounds that we wore?
Just a couple of kids in the world.
Stoned and stubborn and stupid and bored.
We had no idea how blessed we were.
We just had no idea how blessed we were.
Weren’t we righteous? Weren’t we good with the lord?
Just a couple of kids wild with lust for the world.
Weren’t our bodies sunburnt and firm?
Didn’t we push em together with a dreadful force?
Wasn’t that what we had em for?
Babe, wasn’t we righteous? Weren’t we good with the lord?
Weren’t we mighty? Weren’t we brave? Weren’t we bold?
Weren’t we the best fuckin’ band on the Green Metro North?
Skipping practice and doing lines off the dorm room floor.
Weren’t we something to behold?
Baby wasn’t we mighty? Weren’t we brave? Weren’t we bold?
Weren’t we hopeful? Weren’t we green, weren’t we young?
Didn’t we honestly think that we were bound by our love?
We thought we’d change this world, but the world changed us.
God knows how distant we’ll become.
But weren’t we something when we were young?
Ain’t they holy: all the wounds that we wore
Just a couple of kids knelt in fear of the world
Always fighting our separate wars
Who can even remember what we fought them for?
Who can even remember what we were fighting for?
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