The Humour in the Heart of the Old Grey Mountain

from by Body English

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It´s only trust that we need
That I´m not the same old raging adolescent
If faults steam, it´s only on the crease
Where prevailing air meets temperature of my temper
But I only grow by throwing up the stone
And if there isn´t sense within my shoutin´
Then it´s just the art of the humour in the heart
Of the old gray mountain

When you got lost I fought against the thought
Of the times together I´d already counted
If they all smash before a single one is hatched
Then the shells will settle in somebody´s garbage
In the ground that´s born from soil that was worn
By years of roots' relentless rabblerousin´
And the stones part cause there´s humour in the heart
Of the old gray mountain

Well I won´t stop until your body´s caught
Between me and the clutches of your captors
And I´ll throw fire out of my highest spire
And I´ll find these fields and fells a little flatter
But there´s no voice, not the slightest bit of noise
Besides the flies and waves the rocks are pounding
And the light´s dark, no you won´t see very far
From the old gray mountain

When the sky lit, the cowards had all hid
Who had did this wicked thing against your person
All the grass smoked, the story that was spoke
Was a joke 'bout how it wasn´t theirs but our sin
And now every day a silence is attained
The athletes of speech don´t run their mouths about it
No, not a soul will chart the humour in the heart
Of the old gray mountain

Age will come, the vocal turn to dumb
The precocious ensign turns to tired general
All these babes with bangs are painted on the overhangs
And your visceral volumption turns to symbol
And yet while these waifs are too thin to fit your name
They flaunt their stilted shoes and practice poutin´
Still you´re not forgot while there´s humour in the heart
Of the old gray mountain


from Stories of Earth, released May 13, 2016
Clint Degan - vocal, guitar
Cullen Corley - drumkit
Kirsten Lamb - upright bass
Daniel Harris - guitars, pedal synthesis
Todd Marston - piano
Tim Lillis - organ
Amelia Gould - trumpet
Bryan Murphy - trumpet
Sarah Gagnon - horn
Derek Lewis - horn
Paul Fleming - trombone
Jerome Stover - tuba
Mariana Szalaj - violin
Michael Hustedde - violin
Elizabeth Moore - viola
Adrian Zemor - cello
Mike Tucker - glockenspiel, timpani, triangle, cymbals

Recorded by Jack Younger at Watch City Studios
Mixed by Jon Taft at New Alliance Audio
Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance East

Produced by Jack Younger and Clinton Degan

Song by Clinton Degan
Arrangement by Degan/Corley/Lamb/Harris/Marston/Lillis/Younger
Orchestral Arrangement by Clinton Degan




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