Way way back in February of a year I cant remember
I was living in a tent in the middle of the desert
With the wind at my back and a hat with a feather
It was peaceful times it was hard times it was peaceful times it was hard times
But I knew I had to get across that desert
And it seems I cant remember, what the weather was like that next December
But my best friend milo got a camera and man we filmed the world
Then we got drunk on Christmas eve , wrote a song about all our tears
All our friends danced and danced and man we filmed the world
The oh my gosh I grew a beard, ‘bout eight feet long down to the floor
The girls didn’t like it and my mom didn’t like it, but it just made me smile
Then I looked in the mirror after 8 short weeks and shaved it off after tears of joy
It felt real right and I felt real light and then I kissed a girl
Oh I don’t know where that girl is now probably has a family with seventeen kids
But it was all real loving I know that everything about it made me grow
I’m not sad I’m alright the world is a mountain uphill fight
I found what it meant to be a man put all my hopes into a can
Poured it out into the wind and then I saved myself
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