When we were young, all growing up, just sucking on our Chupa-chups
and everyday was fun, playing in the sun
and it didn't matter if the weather was shit, the rain made mud and we'd play in it
using dirt and sticks to block the drains and flood the streets for kicks
and we'd light dumb fires and going exploring all the time
no care for reason nor for rhyme, just be home by dinner time
but oh, it seems to me we lost our way
we lost our way
we lost our way
we lost our way
Remember stealin' old red wine, uncork it with the sticks we'd find
and drink it by the tracks, smoking Escy Blues that we stole from my father's packs
have so much fun doing shit we'd never done
and I know it sounds dumb to you
but doing the wrong thing seemed like the right thing to do
and we'd run amok, be carefree and not give a fuck
about the future or the past, working jobs or regos for our cars
but oh, it seems to me we lost our way
we lost our way
we lost our way
we lost our way
and it seems to me that everything was funner first time round
I'd still rather be at a houseparty than gettin' started on in town
and I wish we didn't all get fat,
faded, jaded and full of crap,
trapped and bored like prehistoric bugs inside of old tree sap
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