Whispers cut through the scattered roots
Winter wind is howling high
A blizzard drowning in the desert
Turning ashes into light
Into light
Into light
Into light
A crooked murder seized the air
Midnight stopped to blink and stare
A haunted moon breathing faintly
The forest darkened breaking care
Breaking care
Breaking care
Breaking care
And on the other side of the forest
I hear the silence leaving spring
A murder reawakened
To hear the sound
Of the crooked crow sing
A feather flanking the cradle
Warm escaping like a dream
Spirits scheming from the mountains
They whistle across the hardwood trees
Hardwood trees
Hardwood trees
Hardwood trees
And on the other side of the forest
I hear the silence leaving spring
A murder reawakened
To hear the sound
Of the crooked crow sing
And on the other side of the forest
I hear the silence leaving spring
A murder reawakened
To hear the sound
Of the crooked crow
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