← more from
Renew the Arts
We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

I’m your son, oh, and I don't hunt like I did once, Diana.
I fight hard times with a peace pipe by my side.
Oh, I don’t know you like I used to, Emmanuel.
I fight hard times by my bedside; it’s my hell.

Where is the coal that made our engines burn?
There’s fever on the mountainside.
Where is the coal that made our stoves burn hot?
There’s fever on the mountainside
from old Pandora’s mason jar,
from old Pandora’s mason jar.

Oh, I know what I’ve grown used to,
and it’s a heartache and a hard truth.
Long since but far too early,
and I’ve been hard spent in my yearning.
Oh, I slew my own youth;
I ran it straight through with a fig tree.
And I’ve borne such poor fruit
since from a whore’s womb, he bore me.

Where is the coal that made our engines burn?
There’s fever on the mountainside.
Where is the coal that made our stoves burn hot?
There’s fever on the mountainside
from old Pandora’s mason jar,
from old Pandora’s mason jar.

So often a man’s sins comes heavy-laden with revelation.
I’ve been such a good son, in the worst ways; I'm the worst one.

Oh Lord, come with fire; burn the mountain down.

credits

from I Have Seen the End, released October 21, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Brock's Folly image

Brock's Folly Dayton, Tennessee

contact / help

Contact Brock's Folly

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Brock's Folly, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Beans joins the show to discuss his album release, "ZWAARD".

listen now