Boy From Black Mountain

by Beat Circus

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Boy From Black Mountain is the third studio album by Beat Circus. It marks the second release in songwriter Brian Carpenter's Weird American Gothic trilogy. The album won the 9th Annual Independent Music Award for Best Alt/Country album.

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released September 28, 2009

Produced by Brian Carpenter and Bryce Goggin.

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Track Name: The Life You Save May Be Your Own
Daddy had a red pickup
Loaded up the watermelons and
Drove out to old Iron Mountain
Three hundred sixty-five miles to Hall Mill Road

Every Sunday momma said a prayer
For the old man in the rocking chair
Called out to me and my brother
She said remember the life you save may be your own

I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin'
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin'
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own

Livin' in an old cracker house
Right along that dirt road and we'd
Work 'til we heard momma holler
She said daddy's goin' make sure we reap just what we sow

Momma loved to sing a song or two
Swingin' on that front porch and she'd
Call out for an invocation
And when she hit the refrain we'd join right in

I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin'
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin'
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own

Momma stood up from the rocking chair
She waved the dogs away and she
Ambled inside very slowly
Well I'll never forget when I heard her call my name

Runnin' up the steps I found that she'd
Fallen on the kitchen floor and she
Murmured she'd like Coca-Cola
The last words that she heard me say were "bye momma"

I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin'
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin'
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own
Track Name: Boy From Black Mountain
Boy from Black Mountain rode down from the hills on a black-and-white horse he called Buffalo Bill and he reached out his arms as they galloped up over the moon. The people cheered on as he raced through the trees and he tried to forget it was only a dream as they stood and applauded him, threw him his own big parade. Boy from Black Mountain flew down from a cliff in a hot-air balloon built by Jonathan Swift and he hoisted his flag as he landed down onto the dune. He soared over trees with the greatest of ease like that daring young man on the flying trapeze, he had no fear of heights and no enemies inside the dream. He'll soon ride his rocket ship off to the moon and he won't be returning here anytime soon and he'll wave us goodbye as he launches out into the blue. But today take his hand let him play in the sand and name all of the beautiful things in the land and hold on to his dreams before anyone steals them away.
Track Name: Judgment Day
In the sun, with withered skin
Walked a man, of humble kin
He'll soon be free from his worldly trials
His body at rest down in the old churchyard
All his life he would toil for day and night
Hear the voice of your master callin you
Momma said

Take my hand, walk to the river with me and
Wash your sins away for the judgment day
All the boughs will break beneath your feet so
Pray with me and fear the judgment day

Evening falls, he kneels by the bed
Loneliness enters in his head
Like a child he folds his weathered hands
And whispers the words he barely understands
In the dark he awaits a moment of grace
As she promised him as the tears ran down her face
Momma said

Take my hand, walk to the river with me and
Wash your sins away for the judgment day
All the boughs will break beneath your feet so
Pray with me and fear the judgment day