Recorded in Andrew Judah's home studio in Kelowna, BC in the late fall of 2016.
A song about beauty and heartbreak in the Sierra Nevada mountains, hidden high above Minca, Colombia.
High, above the Sierra Nevada mountains,
the sun hangs low over honest Minca plantations.
I lost myself, lost the man I thought I was, to fickle truth, subtle lies;
I saw the end with my own eyes.
I fell hard and fast like a canon, into your bed and arms in the mountains.
The truth my dear, is I was always something
to lose yourself in only for a moment.
How could true words sounds so hollow?
Let me follow into blue ruin & into the unknown.
Lush trees, dusty roads; I'll suffer quietly.
Let love blind me, lost to blue ruin & into this unknown.
Now I feel your claws like a lioness, devouring all the I am.
The truth my dear, is I am only one man
to self destruct in only ways that I can.
released December 16, 2016
Music & Words | Windmills
Produced | Andrew Judah & Windmills
Recorded & Mixed | Andrew Judah
Mastered | Brock McFarlane at CPS Mastering
Single Art | Brandon William Fletcher at Faked Potatoes
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