Sister, give me the word
and I will follow you across the world
Along the Nile into wild lands
make my bed the desert sand
Tuck the kids into their sheets
and when my man is fast asleep
Steal into the city streets
I won’t be coming home again
There’s a place you say
Beyond the reach
of the noise and the crowds
and this old way
Where I’ll stand to speak
and the clouds will weep
Trees bend to their knees
Mountains will creak
their sounds of praise
Cut my hair and sell my ring
Won’t be no one’s pretty thing
With my fancy in the lead
I won’t look back, won’t be in need
Step out of this life of mine
I’ve made my peace, I’ll let it shine
I don’t need a happy home
So long as I can be my own
There’s a place you say
Beyond the reach
of the noise and the crowds
and this old way
Where I’ll stand to speak
and the clouds will weep
Trees bend to their knees
Mountains will creak
their sounds of praise
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
The indie folk duo revisit their 2015 set at Atlanta's Symphony Hall with a robust live LP benefitting Georgia non-profit Fair Fight. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 16, 2020