Ten years ago on a cold dark night
Someone was killed beneath the town hall light
There were few at the scene but they all agreed
That the man who ran looked a lot like me
The judge said, son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave where the night winds wail
Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
The scaffold was high and eternity near
She stands in the crowd and sheds not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cool wind blows
In a long black veil she cries over my bones
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave where the night winds wail
Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
On the first new High Llamas record in 6 years, Sean O’Hagan creates abstract tracks that reflect the kaleidoscopic palette of modern pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2024