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The Black Angels
The Black Angels


Background information
Origin Austin, Texas, U.S.
Genre(s) Psychedelic Rock
Neo-psychedelia
Alternative Rock
Years active 2004—present
Website Website
Members
Christian Bland
Alex Maas
Stephanie Bailey
Nate Ryan
Kyle Hunt
Former members
Jennifer Raines



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The Black Angels Album


Passover (2006)
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Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go.

Head for the hills pick up steel on your way.

And when you find a piece of them in your site,

fire at will, don't you waste no time.

Another thought of the unaware,

addiction in disguise.

With a drop of blood,

you will take them out, for me.

Fire from the hills pick up speed and lets go.

Fire for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim.

Head for the hills yes eyes on the camp fire glow.

Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow.

And out of the black a figure forms a soldier in the sky.

With a drop of love,trying to set you free.

Run for the hills, pick up your feet and lets go.

We did our jobs, pick up speed now lets move.

The trees cant grow without the sun in their eyes.

And we can't live if we're too afraid to die.

Hold on tight, yes hold on tight you're too slow.

Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind.

Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads.

. . .


You gave a gift to me
In my young age
You sent me overseas
And put the fear in me
And I ask what for now
Why me, why war?
And I ask what for now
Vietnam War?
Spent my time there by the shore

Oh we got off that boat
Charlies everywhere
A lotta killin' and dyin'
And no one seems to care
I ask what for now
We say hell no
And I ask what for
Why me, why war?
And I spent my time there by the shore

Sixty thousand men died
While you were here
You came into our homes
And you took our kids
And you ask for more now
For this new war
And you ask for more now
Vietnam War
I spent my time there by the shore

. . .


Where do you go when heaven calls you
What do you do, who do you turn to
How old will you be when they finally catch you
Don't stop moving, they're right behind
When there's no one left on this earth you know
Who can save you kid, so just wake up wake up wake up

What is it like when hell surrounds you
How hot does it get, I think I've already felt it
Is there any way out, you better find one
Where do you go, down down the (no idea)
When there's no one here in this world of truth
Who knows first hand, so just wake up wake up wake up

. . .


You scare us, yeah, you welcome us,
and you motion us to move our mouths.
and we lie, yes we lie.

You know our thoughts, you put them there.
You free us, tell us where to fall,
so we hide, yes we hide.

When I breath again, I swear, it'll be with you.

You make us yeah, you cure us yes.
You kill the calf, as we second guess the first try,
the suns too cold, oh no.

The darkness falls, as nothing moves.
Your heartbeat slows, it gets too cold so you sleep,
yes we all sleep.
When i rise again,

I swear, it'll be with you.

. . .


You're a storm, you're so emotional
Moody and controlled, sly and involved
You're alright, you come to me in times
You make me realize I'm not the kindest guy

But I give, give, give, give
I give what I can give
So just give, give, give, give
Give me what you have, dear

Slow, you kept me in that storm
You showed me things galore
Made me want much more
And now denied, the things I saw inside
The things I saw inside is what really caught my eye

And you give, give, give, give
Just give what you can
And I'll live, live, live, live
Live while I can, dear

You're so surprised, you see me put up fights
You hear me realize, you come along for rides
You're just so kind, the eagle with red wine
You made me see that bright eye between me and time

To just kill, kill, kill, kill
You kill what you can
And you kill, kill, kill, kill
Anything you want

. . .


Red and green was the color of her dress, manipulation
pale blue was the color of her eyes, manipulation
yellow yellow was her hair
orange sunburst red hot glare, manipulation, manipulation

and you can feel her madness
she will call you out
watch out for her dark side
cause you'll soon figure out
so run on
she's training you
and she's got you dancing

red and green was the color of the ground, manipulation
pale blue was the color of the steel, manipulation
yellow yellow was her hair
icy gray was her glare, manipulation, manipulation

and you can feel her madness
see right through her smile
don't you turn your back and
you'll soon figure out
so run on
she's training you
and she's got you dancing

red and green was the color of the money in her hand
pale blue were the color of the flowers on his casket
yellow yellow was her hair
icy gray was her glare, manipulation, manipulation

and you can see her sadness
she will call you out
watch out for her dark side
cause you'll soon figure out
so run on
she's training you
and she's got you dancing

. . .


Oh, the empires calling,
Trying to hear his voice,
While he's preaching to the choir,
And that choir is death and noise.

And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist.

Angels with broken wings,
Melodic harmonies she sings.
She brings you white daffodils,
You place them on your windowsill.

Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist.

Well you sit in dark forests,
You've been there for quite a while.
And when they come to take you,
You just sit and smile.

You say, “Hey, you take this. I'm gonna see if you exist.”

Oh it's time to leave here,
And I still have my knife,
And it's pressed up against my body,
Tonights gonna be the night.

And I cut my own wrist, just to see if I exist.

. . .


I feel so low.

Try me out for the evening. Living in a lie.
Your figure is alarming, take me to that fire.
Im better off alone.

Living with a lady, one who helps me to decide.
Take me to that room girl, get me through this night.
I'm better off with one.

Punish yourself on the weekend, you sneak into that bar.
Open up that box girl, all that whisky is gone.
I'm better off alone.

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Standing on the front porch, looking left and looking right.
The bloodhounds out to get me, I already feel the bite.
The rules of the road state, to hate those who hate.
Sleeping in wet coffins, frozen warnings melt away.

But you say no to me, just quit saying no to me.
Just stop saying no to me, 500 times a day see.

The billboards on the highway, are the prophets of today.
The roadkill speaks in poems through ads and through campaigns.
The warden has his rifle, and the sniper's like an owl.
I'm hiding in the tall grass with God and Vernon Howell.

But you say no to me, yes you say no to me.
Just quit saying no to me, 500 times a day see.

. . .


He drives a 90,000 dollar jaguar to work everyday
He put his wife and kids in the zoo, cuz he had nothing left to do
Nothing left to do.
Oh, Boo- hoo-hoo, Boo-hoo-hoo
He bought a ticket for heaven, but it expired in june
The gun went off, but it was never on
The trigger to the finger, the finger to the trigger
One eye took the aim, just behind the man's brain
But who is to blame? I just think he's plain jane
Plain, plain jane

When i awoke, my head was up off the ground
Nature spinning, oh but shes makin no sound
Blessed she tells us all that she knows
Yeah let the people live
Let the riches flow
I found, well i found you at the fault
And it didnt mean, nothin at all

You keep your money in stocks at the county garbage dump
You spend your days on tar, at the local gas pump
You came in on your own and you'll leave all alone
You came in on your own,and you'll leave all alone

As a start we off'd go down the path
Of feilds of gold, a vision that soon will pass
A great mistake, the diamond on his face
Black as night, where the coral snake will strike
But i found, well i found, you at the fall
And it didnt mean, nothin at all

HIDDEN TRACK:

Yesterday I got a letter from my friend fighting in iraq
And this is what he had to say:
'Tell all my friends that I'll be coming home soon
My time will be up some time in June
Don't forget', he said, 'to tell my sweet -

And he's fighting in iraq
Hes fighting in iraq
Hes fighting in the iraq war
What for

Well, It was just the next day his mother got a telegram
It was addressed from iraq
Now mistress Brown, she lives in the US of A
And this is what she wrote to say:
'Don't be alarmed, mistress Brown', the telegram read
'But your son is dead, oh, your son is dead'

And hes fighting in iraq
Hes fighting in iraq
In the iraq war
Hes fighting in iraq
In the iraq war
War
Someone stop that war
Somebody please stop that war
Somebody stop that war
Somebody stop that war now
Please stop that war

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