Gut Folk Master: Joshua James. I have the pleasure of hearing him at a house concert this evening. Here’s a song to make the rest of us songwriters put down our pencils and revel.
There is a mystic in the mountain high above the Great Salt Lake He’s dancin’ in the heaven far below his golden gates He’s lookin’ at our cars below And laughin’ at our rock & roll
So I found a little woman, thought that I could change her name She had the colour of the city and the fire of the country flame So I hid my body down below, hoping that my skin won’t show
A mystic from the mountain and in the end what did you say we’d find A promise from a pamphlet, a crucifixion on your highway sign But I sold you for a cigarette, does it make you want to love me less
And if I dont believe. What does that mean? And when I die alone, who will eat my soul In the cave of God, while the angels watch Theres a manic scream, hallelujah
Babe I know I lost you, the moment you could finally see The part of me I’d hidden, far below our leather seats If I could make you understand the empty that I tried to fill I’d crucify my body, leave the pieces at your mystics heels But I sold you for a cigarette Hope you’d sell me off for less
And if we dont agree What does that leave And when you die alone I will eat your soul In the cave of God While the angels watch Theres a manic scream hallelujah