I ain’t no true believer
I’ve got a grim and faithless heart
Nine years old in my bone-white robe
My spirit lit up like a catacomb
All the other kids were screaming their Hosanna!
As if I doubted you alone
I would have been your witness, baby
I could have been your red right hand
You need somebody to behold your terror?
Well, here I am, Lord. Here I am.
I ain’t no true believer
I’ve got a grim and foolish heart
In my time I was that kind of man
That called himself a haunted man
Just ‘cos it seemed to get me into any bed I wanted to get in
But I could be your great love, baby.
I could be the bedlam on the mount.
You need somebody to behold your glory?
Call my name, babe. I’m around.
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