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'Black Lung' by The Dead South w/lyrics

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Tags: The Dead South, Black Lung, Sugar & Joy album, JC Ortiz, Coal Miners, Bluegrass, Six Shooter Records, OurVinyl.TV, West Virginia, Folk, Devil Duck Records, Curve Music, Nathaniel Hilts, Scott Pringle, Colton "Crawdaddy" Crawford, Danny Kenyon
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This video, and its making, was one of my most inspired works to date. Why? Because I've always loved Bluegrass music, and The Dead South nails it when it comes go Bluegrass music! (Note to self: make more vids from bluegrass songs) :)
This song is about the plight of miners, which was written by JC Ortiz, who is a singer/songwriter, and mostly writes songs of Grit, Coal Miners & Space. To find out more about him see this link:
As far as the Dead South goes and this video. I've been meaning to do this vid for sometime. But, got distracted in re-creating the scene from thier official video in what appears to be an abandonded building in 3D. This is almost complete, but I'm a perfectionist so its taking me a long time! LOL
Here is The Dead South's website:
I had to run with this as its just too inspiring to let it drag on much longer. Hope you enjoy the video!
** Full credits start at the end of the song**
Lyrics are included in the production, but also here:
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Basically we are all alone in the centre of a pickaxe mine
Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings
As the void of the mine closes in
The Devil came and the Angels sang
The Song of the Holy Ghost
Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold
Like the dust I spit from my mouth
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Remember the night with the barroom fight
Where I killed all of my best friends
We gambled it away with the whiskey open keg
And we never saw it again
Well I had a wife that I met back in high school
Her name was Lyla-Jean
We saved away to escape some place
On a local miner's minor pay
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
We saved so long the fall came and gone
At least 27 times
It fell through the floorboards into deep dark darkness
And we never saw it again
West Virginia's home and that's where we're staying
To the blade of the bible hymn
Jesus says we're wicked so we just keep on pickin'
At the scab of the open mine
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
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This video, and its making, was one of my most inspired works to date. Why? Because I've always loved Bluegrass music, and The Dead South nails it when it comes go Bluegrass music! (Note to self: make more vids from bluegrass songs) :)
This song is about the plight of miners, which was written by JC Ortiz, who is a singer/songwriter, and mostly writes songs of Grit, Coal Miners & Space. To find out more about him see this link:
As far as the Dead South goes and this video. I've been meaning to do this vid for sometime. But, got distracted in re-creating the scene from thier official video in what appears to be an abandonded building in 3D. This is almost complete, but I'm a perfectionist so its taking me a long time! LOL
Here is The Dead South's website:
I had to run with this as its just too inspiring to let it drag on much longer. Hope you enjoy the video!
** Full credits start at the end of the song**
Lyrics are included in the production, but also here:
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Basically we are all alone in the centre of a pickaxe mine
Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings
As the void of the mine closes in
The Devil came and the Angels sang
The Song of the Holy Ghost
Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold
Like the dust I spit from my mouth
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Remember the night with the barroom fight
Where I killed all of my best friends
We gambled it away with the whiskey open keg
And we never saw it again
Well I had a wife that I met back in high school
Her name was Lyla-Jean
We saved away to escape some place
On a local miner's minor pay
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
We saved so long the fall came and gone
At least 27 times
It fell through the floorboards into deep dark darkness
And we never saw it again
West Virginia's home and that's where we're staying
To the blade of the bible hymn
Jesus says we're wicked so we just keep on pickin'
At the scab of the open mine
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
Whoa-oa-oh-oh-oh-oa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oa
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