The physical album in a compact disc form. It is housed in a 6 panel eco-pack that includes an introduction, photos, & a lyrics booklet.
Includes digital pre-order of How A Stranger Is Made.
You get 3 tracks now
(streaming via the free Bandcamp app
and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the
complete album the moment it’s released.
shipping out on or around October 4, 2019
Streaming + Download
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Walking through the city a small tear drops down,
It seems they’ve made a suburb of our wild old town,
I think of all the friends who’ve left and those who have stayed,
To taste the mountain air, or dirt, in their own graves.
When your friends turn into ghosts and then they haunt you,
When your friends become possessed and then they want to,
Take up residence inside of your chest to taunt you,
It’s the only way they say they know how to love you,
Maybe it’s the only way they ever tried to?
I done dew dropped in like mountain mist on a fern’s wet tear,
I looked for the proof in words from songs that brought me here,
I found train stations, renovations, and broken trees,
I knelt down to pray before eviction eulogies.
While the best minds of my generation got lost,
And blinded by the sleek design of some loan shark,
Who’s plastic fins never did circle in my heart,
Because I know imitation from sincere art.
When your city turns to gold and it won’t hold you,
When the land you love the most overthrows you,
And all your sacred words and dreams become exposed to,
Some spoiled fiend who claimed to love your heart and soul,
Then turned your authenticity into style.
You know it’s bad when tourists dress like native Gods,
And you have a hard time telling both of them apart,
Because it’s just too easy to look up and steal the part,
And trick yourself into the template of that heart,
Until your shell rusts over from stolen sparks.
from How A Stranger Is Made,
releases October 4, 2019
Luis: piano, celeste, vocals
Sister Ursuline: cello
Anders Bostrom: flute
Caelan Manning: saxophone
Evan Glen Adams: drums
Keith's work is entrancing. There's a subtle, but strong pulse throughout his work of moving toward something surreal and holy. It's an honest expression of a man's journey through his heart. Luis Mojica