I've heard her singing, I've seen her dancing
I've been her audience insignificant and poor
I've seen her working, never stopping
cleaning silence til there's nothing to prove
She bares the weight, the burdened knowing
taking moments preserved in a jar
She bites her nails with nascent worry
She comes knocking and yells out in the street
She says no words when you want her
She sets no fires when you're already burned
She can real, she can be practiced
She can be singular when she's pluralized
I hear her voice of melody whispers
Singing words I wish I could hear
She is a muse, she is a beauty
She is a martyr, she continues my thoughts
If I didn't know her, I'd still be watching her from afar
If I didn't know her....
I've heard her singing, i've seen her dancing
I've seen her audience of only 3
Now there's a window that sits by
and there's a window of time.
If I didn't know her, I'd still be watching her from afar
If I didn't know her....
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