IF GRATITUDE HAD A FACE
Psychedelic garage rock with a hypnotic, mind-expanding atmosphere. Raw electric guitars drenched in reverb and fuzz weave around a driving bassline and loose, tribal drums. Electric jug-like textures, swirling organ, tambourine, hand percussion, and echoing vocal harmonies create a hallucinatory soundscape. Vocals sound urgent, passionate, and slightly unhinged—part street preacher, part cosmic traveler. Lyrics explore awakening, consciousness, inner freedom, perception, mystery, and the hidden connections between all things. Dynamic shifts between intimate verses and explosive, euphoric choruses. Analog warmth, vintage studio saturation, spacious psychedelic effects, garage-rock grit, ecstatic energy, spiritual intensity, and a sense of wonder. Organic, human, imperfect, and alive.
IF GRATITUDE HAD A FACE
Psychedelic garage rock with a hypnotic, mind-expanding atmosphere. Raw electric guitars drenched in reverb and fuzz weave around a driving bassline and loose, tribal drums. Electric jug-like textures, swirling organ, tambourine, hand percussion, and echoing vocal harmonies create a hallucinatory soundscape. Vocals sound urgent, passionate, and slightly unhinged—part street preacher, part cosmic traveler. Lyrics explore awakening, consciousness, inner freedom, perception, mystery, and the hidden connections between all things. Dynamic shifts between intimate verses and explosive, euphoric choruses. Analog warmth, vintage studio saturation, spacious psychedelic effects, garage-rock grit, ecstatic energy, spiritual intensity, and a sense of wonder. Organic, human, imperfect, and alive.
Lyrics
I got crow's feet from squintin' at a thousand summer suns
A few scars from the battles and the damage I outrun
I've been broke, I've been lucky, I've been wrong more than I'm right
But every road behind me turned into a little light
I used to count my troubles like a banker counts his cash
Now I count every blessing and they pile up mighty fast
If gratitude had a face, it'd look just like me
A grin full of hard lessons and a heart finally free
Every wrong turn, every heartbreak, every prayer the good Lord traced
Yeah, if gratitude had a face, it'd look just like me
I've held babies, buried heroes, watched old friendships drift away
Watched the moon paint silver highways at the ending of the day
I've stood under northern starlight feeling smaller than a grain
And thanked the sky for every drop of sunshine and rain
I quit asking why it happened, started asking what it meant
Funny how the richest life ain't measured by what’s spent
If gratitude had a face, it'd look just like me
A grin full of hard lessons and a heart finally free
Every wrong turn, every heartbreak, every prayer the good Lord traced
Yeah, if gratitude had a face, it'd look just like me
Look at these laugh lines—every one was earned
Look at these rough hands—every one got burned
Look at this old soul—still dancing to the tune
Of another borrowed sunrise and another borrowed moon
If gratitude had a face, it'd look just like me
Still standing in the miracle of all I've lived to see
To every friend, every stranger, every blessing time embraced
If gratitude had a face...
You'd swear it looked just like me
Standing here smiling
In amazing grace.