Good god.
Ain't it a mystery I even met you, baby?
If you consider every part of it, it could have gone so different.
You had this tragic elegance...
Lord, you were the sweetest thing,
I was permanently seventeen and in love with suffering.
Years we spent lost
Each wandering our own unlit corridor
Hands on the wall
That passage was long
But we kept going
Good god. Ain't it the strangest thing?
We sure ain't kids no more.
But ain't we done alright?
Ain't we still got time?
We sing our blessings every night
Wake up in the morning
Try to do some kind of honest work
Try to earn this
God god. Ain't it a blessed thing?
There's a cold wind blowing.
The cardinal coloring the canopy...
It's that old spirit showing, baby.
I never thought we'd live to see the summer end.
I never really thought we'd get this far.
I guess - if you consider every part of it - it's a wonder that we're here at all.
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