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Salt in the wound of a black dog moon
yes I beat my brow to the harvest tune
oh so yes, I’m young and my spirit’s warm
but i’ve got no choice but to sing my song

So hello, how low the daylight come
to warm me up like the breath of one
yes, oh who is good and who is strong ‘cos I am not
but there must be some

In a lot too blind to see - the pitch and the groan
of the rising sea - so hear it moan

Abednego, I could not show
into that furnace fiery, oh no
I was down on my bended knees just a-begging him to please
tell me, why do the flames grow, where does that smoke go?
Because I do not know, oh no I do not know

So they take-a that bush and they burn it
burn it ‘til it talks

God damn, says the man, for all he’s done wrong
he says “I am not to blame, I am a product of my place”
“Oh father!” - “Yes tell me son,what now is on your mind?”
He said “Father, please just tell me, cos I cannot decide”

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from How Low The Daylight Come, released June 20, 2016

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oh man, the mountain Manchester, UK

Oh man, the mountain are a large southern gothic / alt. folk band from Manchester. At their fullest, a group of 8 who try to tread the lines between harmony, discord, melancholy and joy - to create a big, if slightly broken sound.

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