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Black Mountain
Black Mountain


Background information
Origin Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 2004—present
Label(s) Jagjaguwar
Associated acts Pink Mountaintops
Blood Meridian
Lightning Dust
Website Website
Members
Matt Camirand
Stephen McBean
Jeremy Schmidt
Amber Webber
Joshua Wells



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Black Mountain Album


In The Future (01/21/2008)
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Whoaaah

The witch is on your trail, my lord
Stormy stormy high
You've been dying to be set free
Oh curse those honeyed hands

Whoaaah

It wasn't the doctors that finished the pills
He wants the ones that don't crack
But they're dangerous like barbed wire ties
Oh stormy stormy minds

Well, oh, it wasn't us, though, that torched to flames
The fried daughters of oh, no oh
Well you've been up since the last ???
You've been up for so long
Ohhhhh

Stormy stormy high

. . .


Come on, lay your halo down
Well, angels, lay your arms around
Oh every city's seen the setting sun
Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun
So come on, lay your halo down

Oh, lady lady, don't let your worry please
Well you got something
and that ain't nothing to just let be
So why you kicking all those storms around?
And keeping fake down in the underground?
Oh come on, lay your halo down

So why you kicking all the rollies round?
And keeping fake down in the underground?
We won't call curtain
still we know that you have found...

Come on, lay your halo down
Angels, lay your arms around
Oh every city's seen the setting sun
Call em kicks, you know they've just begun
Come on, lay your halo down

. . .


Tyrant, you'll be damned by your power
and the blood you've split
You will die by the sword

The violence
We Suffer
Why you live for?
The walls of creation have been destroyed
You may raise your rifle to the sun
but you have not won
No, you have not won

Bastard, you won't be forgiven
and no, we won't lay down
Tyrant, you're the plague of existence
Tyrant, you're the king of the damned

The battles of this fashioned war
Ain't what we've been fighting for
Tyrant, you know your time has come
As soldiers emptied
Their rounds into your side
Tyrant, you know your time has come
As soldiers marched on ...
your empty skin

. . .


No, you don't
Ever wanna get some place where you cannot believe
High up on the sun
The howlin' ones
High up on the sun
Flower, flower train
That won't bring you home

So we can come together
Yeah, we can come together

No, you don't
Ever wanna get some place where you cannot believe
High up on the sun
The haunted ones
Howlin' in your head
"Yeah, it's a broken scene"
That won't bring you home

But we could come together
Yeah, we could come together

No, you don't
Ever wanna get some place where you cannot believe
High up on the sun
The howlin' ones
High up on the sun
Flower, flower train
That won't bring you home
No, you don't
Ever wanna get some place where you cannot believe

. . .


And there comes a time
when you when you aughta know
well it's stormy outside
so quit, so quit all that runnin'
were birds on the street
oh the sweat in your pores

oh stay free

money, the sundown
stiff on their knees
oh beautiful ponyies
so beautiful
they'll kill us all.

lets hide ourselfs together
down under the stairs

don't you leave

oh hey what did they say,
to get you so lonesome today?

oh hey restless brown eyes,
don't you sound.

and there comes a time
when you, when you aughta know
oh there comes a time
so quit, so quit all that runnin'

were fire in the sky
oh the death at your door
oh stay free

. . .


Blood crawls through the night holes
Blood sprawls across the walls
Blood crawls up and hassles
Blood sprawls across the walls

We've all seen tomorrow
and there's truth to what they say
Demons may be hiding in our shadows

Blood crawls across the cancer
Blood sprawls across the shore
Blood crawls up and hassles
Blood sprawls across the walls

We've all seen tomorrow
and there's truth to what they say
Demons may be hiding in our shadows
Let your time shine
Queens will play

We've all seen tomorrow
and there's truth to what they say
Demons may be hiding in our shadows
Let your time shine
Queens will play

. . .


Witchy child put a spell on me
and there ain't no way I can be freed
I've been imprisoned by your demon lust
Cursed by your black magic touch

It ain't easy but you've got to change your evil ways

Damn, you know I've burnt some sinner's fire
Chased the devil now I've seen the light
Ain't no escape from these evil ways
Sweet Lucifer, I must break free

It ain't easy but you've got to change your evil ways

Bless me lord from what I've done
Problem child ain't no devil's son
But the hounds of hell keep chasing me
Free the witch and let me be

It ain't easy but you've got to change your evil ways

. . .


Oh you can ride the wild wind
And find the demons at your door
Or you can wear a fresh face
With sticky fingers, you want more

Yes you could hang for dear life
Oh, but you know you'll hang for more
Yeah, you know you'll hang for more

. . .


Bright light
Light bright
Bright light
Light bright
Bright light
Light bright

We love the night and all the witchery

Hurried
Hunters
Helpless
Hitting
Horror
Hit
Hard
Holy
Halo
Hurried
Hunters
Helpless
Hitting
Hard
Helpless
Hurting
Holy
Halo
Helpless
Hurting
Holy
Halo

Bright light
Light bright
Bright light
Light bright
Light bright

Total nightmare
Darkness
Lightning crawls

Destruction
Human war
Misleading like you led the blind

Total nightmare
Darkness
Lightning crawls
Misleading like you led the blind

. . .


Night walks with me
And moon leaves me
Just enough light to see
And the shadow
My only company
And it moves
Just like me
And it walks
Just like me

Help me breathe
I can only read
What I see
Be kind to me
Cause the worst call now carefully
And they break up easily
And I woke up
In between

Night walks with me
And the moon leaves me
Just enough light to see
And the shadow
My only company
And it moves
Just like me
And it walks
Just like me

. . .


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