The Mountain from Cibola by Bird Friend

oh bring me down my weapon
from the crawlspace by your bed
i have seen the mountain
and i will go there tonight
and surely 'fore the moonlight has left us

oh 'cause tonight all the earth
and all the heavens are a circuit
and the engine is the goddess alone
the crack in your bed the voice in your head
the sun and the sandstone the moon and the jawbone oh no

it is only one more mile
'til we reach the promised land
she rests her heel on the big chrome wheel
and laughs
who put these things in your head?

oh i can hear em
it isn't any secret
the road isn't sacred
try and repeat that with me
the miles return to the mountain
and i can hear the ground is shaking

• Folk
• alt country
• folk rock
• freak folk
• psychedelic folk
• spoken word
• New Hampshire