I was born to be a stream, a mighty mountain in a scene
I was born to be a child, I was born to grow up wild
to roam the holy hills, to take love for the thrill
I was born to be the flower on your table in the morning light
I was born to be a tree, with roots as deep as me
with colors on your lips, and your perfume in my lungs
I bet life on things I feel, and yours on things you see
and I’m still not sure who lost, but I wonder if its me
I don’t know where all the soil and people go
a line forgot, and apathy throws its cares on me
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022
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