The Good The Bad And The Ugly

Hi Edgar - thanks for both the links - great stuff

This is a LOT harder than i'd imagined - here's another effort


Outlawed



They drove me out of town

Crazy McKay's posse
with their long-range guns

Every mean mother's son
wanted to be the one
to bring me down
like a Cherokee

Said they'd bury me

Spin me around
for what I done

I done killed someone

Some Lord from London

Some rich man's son

No choice but to run

So I stole a fast horse
and slipped clean away

Headed north

Chased by the law
and the magistrates

Rode all day
with pa's gun at my side

My shadow dropping
far behind
as I turned west into a red sky

Dark clouds rolling

The sombre buzzard's cry

I was outlawed and cast out
but I was alive

A lightening strike
hit white the eerie night

Rivers flooded with rain

So I holed up for days

Living with beggars and strays

Hidden
in a damp cave of oblivion

Thinking 'bout the man I killed
from England

Grand and highfaluting

Eyes depraved

Red faced, enraged

Beating life from the back
of a child enslaved

I struck him once
with my wrangler's fist

My knuckles kissed
his puckered lips

He fell

No sound

His smooth face lit
the slightest frown
as he hit the ground

Now they're calling me a killer
so I'm heading for the border






Endymion 2008

endy
I have all but a final verse of one. Soon, soon - - -

It can't be soon enough for me, Edgar

help me out man


Hey - some light relief - a brilliant classic from Way Out West

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNLPQ_k4wx8

Thought y'all could use a yodel or two...

Daisy Plumtree, Outlaw

Daisy Plumtree was a lusty one,
She loved an old buffalo gun.
She'd shoot her round,
Then stand her ground,
Where many men might run.

If her ways was rough and raw,
She learned it from her paw;
Who killed eight men,
Then made it ten,
Which set his fate with the law.

She was Daisy Missy Plumtree
Rough and ready
Rode the outlaw trail
To rob the outbound mail
Missy Daisy Daisy Plumtree
(repeat)

She went on the lam in Mexico
And fell in with Two Feathers Crow
She leaned her gun
In Crow's wigwam
Made from hides of buffalo

But the soldiers killed her man
He was crossing the Rio Grande
Daisy got hung
Before she swung
Said Daisy Crow is who I am

She was Daisy Missy Plumtree
Rough and ready
Rode the outlaw trail
To rob the outbound mail
Missy Daisy Daisy Plumtree
(repeat)

Hey Edgar - great stuff-i really like this one. And also your Lone Star Road lyrics (hope you don't mind me linking it here, but it caught my eye).


cheers for that, Edgar.
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The yodeling cowboy was something else Tai Chi - i thought they only did that in the Alps :wink:
nice guitar he was handling there

You are too kind, endy. Now I have to try to do another GB & U song.

as long as it's all 3 at the same time : )

Showdown

Walleyed piebald struck the fence rail
Slung young Rusty past its tail
He rolled and scrambled outside the corral
He come up wearing his worst scowl
Well the fellers joked and hoorawed
Til he pounded one wrangler's jaw
And the piebald was laughing at them all
It shook its mane and stood there like a wall

And it's Whooey raking with them spurs
And the piebald keeps pitchin' like the saddle's full of burrs
And it's Yehaw kissin' clear blue sky
And the piebald stops and watches with one wicked eye

Now a nameless stranger spoke up
A sittin' with his guitar bunged up
I can ride any mustang you put me on
His back was bent His legs was long
Well the piebald snorted with scorn
I'll make this cowboy sad he was born
And the piebald went pitchin' and spinnin'
The stranger planted there gruntin' and grinnin'

And it's Whooey raking with them spurs
And the piebald keeps pitchin' like the saddle's full of burrs
And it's Yehaw brushin' clear blue sky
And the piebald stops and watches with one wicked eye

The stranger died from starvation
The piebald got religion
Because the bastard still refused to fall
He rolled until he brushed him off
Into the corral stepped the foreman
Regarding that horse unbroken
And the piebald regarded him unbowed
He threw out the gate and left it walk out

Well it was Whooey raking with them spurs
And the piebald just pitchin' like the saddle's full of burrs
And it's Yehaw kissin' clear blue sky
And the piebald stops and watches with one wicked eye

Well it was Whooey raking with them spurs
And the piebald a pitchin' like the saddle's full of burrs
Now running free neath the clear blue sky
And the piebald never stops or even wonders why

The Song of Sally Mae
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For a while I played guitar
for food and a place to lie down.
Sat in the corner of a dusty bar
in a knocked together town.

"Strum that fu cker slow, man,"
the hotel owner said.

So I played her like a funeral march,
sliding flesh
along metal strings
letting them ring.
Zllliiiiinng -
Spanish but morose.

While all around me, quarrymen
came and went like ghosts.
Men with weathered, moustached faces,
who blasted rocks all day.
Many were living out of cases
and sat in on the poker games.
Exchanging their hard earned wage
for liquor and women.
Often brawling,
Sometimes killing.
Death born out of rage.
I played to their loneliness at night
and I slept right through days

Now, a prostitute named Sally Mae
with hair like desert sand,
liked to sit and watch me play,
her eyes following my hands.
We never spoke, not even to joke.
I would make chords and she would smoke.

When an eager punter moved on her
she would shrug at me and smile
and I'd go right on playing,
never changing my damn style.

If some man took her elegant hand
and pulled her to her feet
and walked her to the carpeted stairs…
hell, I never missed a beat.

And when she was laughing, gone,
I'd play to her a lovers song …
Slow and precise.
Gentle, but with pride.
My hand would stroke, my fingers glide
and I'd look up later in surprise.
Nearly dawn.
Everyone long gone.

And there I'd finally end,
on a dark note - a fading caress.
A lonesome string I'd bend, let ring…
Like a wolf howling his craziness.







Endymion 2008

Found this good, bad and ugly vid to one of my favourite Amon Tobin tracks - 'Slowly'