This voice, this tune, the way he sings the word ....symbolism. I wish the younger ones listen to this quality of music. To feel this quality of everything.
I’m singing this song in an act of rebellion But if I wear a white shirt, will my appearance seem clean? I’ve emptied my skull of stale symbolism From my fingers I scrubbed you like a nicotine stain Craving some daylight and the sobering cold Oh‚ I have heard of that deity from a yarn I’ve been told By an elder of our tribe with the mind of a hunter He’d the spirit of a bird and the soul of an orphan He released in me wisdom and happy endorphins (2x) Wish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend So I let out a whistle‚ and my hand came a yelping, yelping Our Diana, she bathes in that there pond beyond those ditches I hear the Act of Contrition from Christopher Hitchens Sends the opium smoker off‚ off, off to the astral plane Then I move through the forest while unraveling the linen I had placed on my chiseled and the well-worn blade From her tongue and her teeth I bear the marks of a slave (2x) Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Being chased by this beast‚ how many young fellas died? Poets digging their trenches have been buried, buried alive By this clandestine creature with the kill in her eyes Though would Luna and Lupa both be made from the den If they gazed even once into the origin of man? Ah, would Luna and Lupa be put to the sword If they dared even once touch the origin of the world? (3x) Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again I’m in love with a woman friend Wish me luck, I’m in trouble, I’m in trouble again I’m in love, I’m in love with a woman friend
Seriously one of the most underrated musicians in the world right now
This comment its self is an understatement 😬
@@peternunu8337AGREE! An amazing talent.
He’s just opening his wings. I was jaded with music until I heard him.
This voice, this tune, the way he sings the word ....symbolism. I wish the younger ones listen to this quality of music. To feel this quality of everything.
This is beautiful. And your wish is becoming a reality. I'm 14 and I love it
I'm 21. I'm young. I'm listening
Great performance. Hope there is more Black Mountain Sessions to come!
Brilliant once again David!! I was only just reading these words last night and thinking how beautifully written.
What a performance! One of those artists that makes you stop everything your are doing and focus all your attention on the music 🎧
Love this song, performance and your record. I continue to spread the Gospel of David Keenan to any of my friends who are into good music.
It must really be spread. People have to know about it. They have to.
You're my favourite artist. Thankyou for your wonderful music and storytelling
I seriously hope there is more to come from this session.. this is utterly brilliant and captures your live presence exquisitely
Is there no limit to this wordsmith and the brilliant musicians
The end is so powerful, it made me smile instantly. Thanks
Holy sweet Jaysus fuck...
Love it
Roll on david keep moving skywards
Wow, this is brilliant.
What an awesome talent!
Amazing
Wow
Podría acabarse el mundo y moriría en paz...con tan solo pensar que escuché esta canción
Lyrics please
I’m singing this song in an act of rebellion
But if I wear a white shirt, will my appearance seem clean?
I’ve emptied my skull of stale symbolism
From my fingers I scrubbed you like a nicotine stain
Craving some daylight and the sobering cold
Oh‚ I have heard of that deity from a yarn I’ve been told
By an elder of our tribe with the mind of a hunter
He’d the spirit of a bird and the soul of an orphan
He released in me wisdom and happy endorphins
(2x)
Wish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again
I’m in love with a woman friend
So I let out a whistle‚ and my hand came a yelping, yelping
Our Diana, she bathes in that there pond beyond those ditches
I hear the Act of Contrition from Christopher Hitchens
Sends the opium smoker off‚ off, off to the astral plane
Then I move through the forest while unraveling the linen
I had placed on my chiseled and the well-worn blade
From her tongue and her teeth
I bear the marks of a slave
(2x)
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
I’m in love with a woman friend
Being chased by this beast‚ how many young fellas died?
Poets digging their trenches have been buried, buried alive
By this clandestine creature with the kill in her eyes
Though would Luna and Lupa both be made from the den
If they gazed even once into the origin of man?
Ah, would Luna and Lupa be put to the sword
If they dared even once touch the origin of the world?
(3x)
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
I’m in love with a woman friend
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble, I’m in trouble again
I’m in love, I’m in love with a woman friend
Lyrics please... indian fan ✨♥️
Mike,; the Passenger ...he is incredibly song writer...but you are some different...I like your song also