That Mountain

This one, specifically:

Phoenix’s east valley is dominated by the Superstition Mountains, a range that, unlike the Rockies, is a great square block of jagged peaks for miles. The one in the photo is the edge, looming over Apache Junction. It has, as far as I can find, no name, which boggles, don’t it?

Anywhere you go, from our house out in the desert to almost downtown, that mountain is either visible, or completely overshadowing everything. Our library sits just beneath it and the views through the 20′ glass wall take my breath away.

Perhaps this is all metaphorical.

Lyrics

sunset shadows sharp against the red
wisp of washed-out cloud snagged on the peak
watching silent up above the sand
silent, but listen to it speak

that mountain
everywhere I go
that mountain
everything I know
that mountain
sunset bleeding red
that mountain
can’t get it from my head

above the cactus, long and low and jagged
to the north and to the east it owns the sky
storm clouds rumble down along the range
nestle on its back and cry

that mountain
everywhere I go
that mountain
everything I know
that mountain
sunset bleeding red
that mountain
can’t get it from my head

no superstition
keep your gold
I’ve heard every lying story
ever told
tell you mine
’cause I know
I can leave here
anytime I want to go

that mountain
everywhere I go
that mountain
everything I know
that mountain
sunset bleeding red
that mountain
can’t get it from my head

Performance Notes

Mandolin
Gm Cm D


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