I was raised in this desert land
a nomad
in a house
with a coloured TV.
Nobody said I had to roam
I could stay home
and I would've
but my roots got the better of me.
So I went away
I shook some hands
and kissed some faces.
And I found God
in so many places.
But it wasn't the god you wanted me to fear
It wasn't the god that's tangled up in your beard
It wasn't the god that made me say
Get me out of here.
A Pan-Latin folktronica odyssey that develops Bolivian music and culture into a roadmap for metaphysical growth and inner serenity. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2022