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Mt. Nebo

from Songs of the Dead by Ethan Bartman

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about

Koons was a man who was a strict Atheist, until he conversed with the other side. He then devoted his life to the knowledge of the spirit world and its inhabitants. And devoted his time to further community with the dead. He built a house on the tallest hill in Athens county, Ohio. It was called Mt. Nebo, not two miles from where I currently reside. People traveled from all over the world to witness the phantom writings and to hear the music and feel the presence of the spirits that resided there. The locals reacted in fear, and burned Koons' home to the ground and chased his family away. They were never heard from again.

lyrics

Come gather round ghosts for I've found you a soul
You're free to haunt me cause I feel so alone
Though you've found yourself forever to roam
Come into my house and call it your home
And I'll sing to the darkness that sets in my eyes
The tale of the poor broken rabid dog who died
Put down by his best friend the boy let out a cry
And pulled back the trigger with tears in his eyes
There was a great house atop a great hill
O'erlooking pastures of plenty and an empty grain mill
Within sat many men who spoke what they will
The poison dripped from their lips like heads from the still

When our fate left our hands
We paid it no mind
Gave into all demands
Like we didn't want to get left behind

And the power did shift like the flip of a dime
So on it went without reason or rhyme
The men in the high seats wasted most of our time
While the many below gave them their lives
All the terror and the truth and horror of war
Never shot through our windows or broke down our doors
While we sucked through our straws all the milk of the world
The mother gave all she had and still we took more
And the weight of our plague bent the bones of our states
Still no man was willing to admit to his mistakes
Not measured by what he earns but by what he can take
We changed our perception til we felt no more pain

And the road it was broken
But we paid it no mind
Not a word was spoken
As the poison fell from the sky
From the sky
From the sky
From the sky fell the morning star disease and the taint
Of our souls and singularities and all forgotten saints
Fell ashes of a time tossed by the flames of change
The same fire that fueled it would consume our age

And if Hell is underground and Heaven in the sky
Why do we kick the dirt even after we die?
Must we preserve ourselves and leave no good behind?
Or has mankind just always eaten each other alive?

And all the ghosts sing
Ah-Ee-A-Oo-Oh
Oh-Oo-A-Ee-Ah

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from Songs of the Dead, released December 21, 2012
Ethan - Acoustic, electric, bass guitar, vocals
Dillon - Banjo

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