I'm searching for a sound
softer than quiet can be
Far from the bustle of town
often I come here for peace
But even a whisper can break
the song that dessert makes
Lighter than the breath of the breeze
that country sings in it's key
The call of the country's song
melody mixed with mesquite
Its been there all along
the dust in the brush is its beat
Of violence the verses tell
the courses of chaparral
The call of the country's song
now you hear it now it's gone
Driving the herd through the Plains
sky stretched as far as can see
First trying not to drowned in the rain
then it's drier than the bones of the beast
And half of the men are still green
just boys their mothers couldn't keep
These hands are as rough as a steed
but inside melancholy
The call of the country's song
melody mixed with mesquite
Its been there all along
the dust in the brush is its beat
Of violence the verses tell
the courses of chaparral
The call of the country's song
now you hear it now it's gone
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