May I be a calling, for someone falling through this hole
Take a listen, see the colors in your soul
We’re flying through the stars and we don’t even know
Accepting this world; believing what we’re told
We’re flying through the stars and we don’t even know
Accepting this world; believing what we’re told
May I be a calling, for someone falling through this hole
Take a listen, see the colors in your soul
Crying to ourselves because we can’t find home,
we’re searching for ourselves, but we’re never alone
Crying to ourselves because we can’t find home,
we’re searching for ourselves, but we’re never alone
May I be a calling, for someone falling through this hole
Take a listen, see the colors in your soul
From Portugal comes this wild and contemporary take on fado, centering the style’s longing qualities against surging electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2023