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Blood and Alcohol
03:31
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Restless bones
Restless soul
A thirst for blood
A thirst for Alcohol
So I ran on,
Feral heart and stubborn head,
To chase that spirit, the primal call in the shadowlands
Many miles on my back now
Miles of shame and sin
I’ve sold all but my name
For that song of gold in the promised land
Some day I might finally get there
Some nights I swear I have
Then I wake up in the mud
Acing head, trembling hands
Been praying to the devil at the end of the bottle, he knows me well
Hoping he’s spared a little relief
Better yet a little bliss
And he said,
I am the law
I am the way
And in the broken glass on barroom floors,
I’ll come to write my name
Come drag my bones on home
When these roads have worn them out
I’ll find my god at last in the setting sun
Unto him I give my trail of song
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2. |
The Outlaw Song
03:42
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Pearl Hart, from the very start you were a wild one.
You lived your life staring down the barrel of a gun, on the run.
Pearl Hart.
Sally Skull: an outlaw just as bad as any man was.
If you survived her whip then the revolver on her hip would do the trick.
Sally Skull.
Eleanor, born down in New Orleans was a gambler.
She met a man who conned her out of cash and into bed, so she shot him dead.
Oh Eleanor.
Maybelle Starr, able in a saddle with a pistol.
The story goes, the shell that did her in was from her own gun, from her own son.
Maybelle Starr.
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Mud
03:53
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Well I'm not ready to die, but I can't stop the bleeding.
See my life before my eyes, and my sins are repeating.
Won't you deliver me up out of this mud?
I wish that I saw the light, but all I see is blood.
Well if you change your mind, and you want me to haunt you,
take one look up at the sky, and I'll be there to taunt you.
Will you cry when I'm gone, your man of flesh and blood?
Or will you breathe a sigh of relief, when I'm dead in the mud?
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Swift Runner
02:51
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Swift Runner, where did your family go?
Swift Runner, why did you do it?
Swift Runner, were you possessed by the Wendigo?
Swift Runner, or did you just want to be alone?
Swift Runner, how did your children taste?
Swift Runner, and did they deserve it?
Swift Runner, oh no, you're a disgrace.
Swift Runner, I hope it was worth it.
Swift Runner, where did your family go?
Swift Runner, why did you do it?
Swift Runner, were you possessed by the Wendigo?
Swift Runner, or did you just want to be alone?
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In the great book of John, you're warned of the day
When you'll be laid, beneath the cold clay
The Angel of Death, will come from the sky
And claim your poor soul, when the time comes to die.
When The Angel of Death, comes down after you
Can you smile and say, that you have been true
Can you truthfully say, with your dying breath
That you're ready to meet, the Angel of death.
When the lights all grow dim, and the dark shadows creep
And then your loved ones, are gathered to weep
Can you face them and say, with your dying breath
That you're ready to meet, the Angel of Death.
When The Angel of Death, comes down after you
Can you smile and say, that you have been true
Can you truthfully say, with your dying breath
That you're ready to meet, the Angel of death.
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Scars
03:36
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I wonder if, when I find you, will you even know my name.
With that new man, there beside you, will you look at me the same.
Because it's been such a long long time, without a single ray of sunshine.
And I wonder where you are, and why I have this scar. And I'm not alright.
Besides a glass, and a barrel, well I ain't got nothing left.
I wish I never laid a finger on you and now I'm drowning in regret.
I watched you turn around, as I begged you not to leave me.
And now you've gone so far. And left me with a scar.
Scars on my heart and blood in my brain.
I tried to replace you and fight through the pain,
but the human condition is far from humane, and I don't think I'm to blame.
I'd keep my chin up but the sky's coming down
and I've been uptight but I'm finally unwound
and I pray that there's peace to be found underground because that's where you'll find me now.
Photo: Peter Strien, a 21-year-old private, wounded March 25th, 1865, at the battle of Fort Steadman. Portrait by civil war surgeon Reed Bontecou
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The Hangman
03:05
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Far away from home, forbidden love.
A blasphemy between a man of god, and an Iroquois.
And there's a penalty, I'll be blowing in the breeze.
But they will say that I was not afraid to go to the hangman.
Is there something in the wind that the white man doesn't know?
Or a pardoner of sin down below?
A spirit from the trees to guide my vengeful hand.
There's something here that they don't understand.
Now I'll have my fill of sweet revenge,
and break the neck of every wretch who said I was less than them.
Every heart that's filled with hope, will feel the terror of my rope
and all the hate that made me who I am, that made me the hangman.
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