When you give to me
Your ancient eyes
The clouds come calling
Drums will shake the hills
And beat the sky till stars come falling
All the sacred scrolls
Reveal themselves
And share their meaning
Lungs inside the earth
Will be reborn
And begin breathing
I left you on the front porch steps
Sleeping inside September
The summer grass bowed to the breeze
The fire died down to embers
In the small hours of the evening
When the trees are waving
You came upon my wretched soul
To see that it needs saving
I once watched you wade into a sea
Of endless dreaming
Electricity
Flowed from the waves into your being
Rivers of red wine
Crash on the shore
Inside your young veins
Voices Haunt our house
And echo on
Into the refrain
I left you on the front porch steps
Sleeping inside September
The summer grass bowed to the breeze
The fire died down to embers
In the hours of the evening
When the trees are waving
You came upon my wretched soul
to see that it needs saving
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
Stirring alt-pop with a focus on heartrending vocal melodies, the new LP from Nicholas is riveting from start to finish. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 10, 2023
Juggling art rock, chamber folk, and bedroom pop, Obscura Hail's double EP charts vast stylistic terrain with confidence and ease. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 28, 2020