The Mountain Goats — Cry for Judas Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 1

Some things you do just to see How bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time As though the slots were a blur of spinning wheels But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost Speed up to the precipice And then slam on the brake Some people crash two or three times And then they learn from their mistakes But we are the ones who don't slow down at all And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall Long black night, morning frost I'm still herе, but all is lost Feel the storm every night, hopе it passes by Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth Draw a white chalk Baphomet Mistreat your altar boys long enough And this is what you get Sad and angry, we can't learn how to behave We still won't know how in the dark arms of the grave Long black night, morning frost I'm still here (I'm still here), but all is lost Hi, again, we're The Mountain Goats My name is John, I am the singer I started this band in Norwalk, California, in 1991 I did not know at the time that there was gonna be a plague But I had an inkling So I thought I'd write some songs in case that happened Uh, Peter, what are we playing next? Uh, Amy