How long has the promised land been like this?
I should have guessed
The air is thin and the eyes are dead
Someone meets you at the gate
And she tries to explain
Sayin it's always been this way
And all the treetops sway
In the factory made breezes
Feelin so real, so real, so real
I got my passport stamped in the promised land
There was nothing to it
I got my passport stamped in the holy land
Who will repent on my behalf?
How long has the kid been on the street?
Is he free?
Well who knows what he believes
He said the poet is dead, there's no one left
Well come on, it's the 21st century man
And then he tied his shoes and threw them in the trash
And all the books are overdue
But they say that it's too soon
I have heard there's much to learn
I got my passport stamped in the holy land
Could you repent, on my behalf?
I got my passport stamped by the security man (by an American hand)
And then he let me in
And I got my passport stamped by a phantom hand
Will you repent on my behalf?
I’m so grateful this crossed my path. This album is so beautiful. All the clear technique and mastery and vision are kinda secondary to the fact that this album brought me calm and joy during one of the most difficult times in my life. Yeah, grateful. David McCullough
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024