Your Breath as Hard as Kerosene

I Never Cared For You
Willie Nelson

The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all
The skies were never blue
The stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall and I never cared for you

I know you won't believe these thing I tell you, I know you won't believe
Your heart has been forewarned all men will lie to you and your mind cannot conceive
Now all depends on what I say to you and on your doubting me
So I've prepared these statements far from true to fuel your disbelief

The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all the sky was never blue
The stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall and I never cared for you

The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all
The sky was never blue, the stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall
And I never cared for you, I never cared for you

Seven Spanish Angels

He looked down into her brown eyes
Said, say a prayer for me
She threw her arms around him
Whispered, God will keep us free
They could hear the riders coming
He said, this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas
They won't take me back alive

There were seven Spanish Angels
At the alter of the Sun
They were praying for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped
And the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smoking in his hand
She said, Father please forgive me
I can't make it without my man
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
Her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again

There were seven Spanish Angels
At the alter of the Sun
They were praying for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped
And the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

Ancient Eyes

The Indian walks to the end of the street.
He is looking for someone he promised to meet
for a bottle of wine to share the defeat
of a long time ago.

The Indian's wearing a feather that fell.
For a joke he has got it stuck in his lapel.
It comes from a pigeon 'cause the eagles don't dwell
here anymore.

And he panhandles change as he wanders along.
And he dances in front of me as I play a song.
And he asks if I've been in the city for long
in a voice as soft as the wind.

Ancient eyes - set in a face that is young.
Deep and wizened. Rimmed in red. Overhung.

He asks me if I need a good place to stay.
"There's a building that's vacant a few blocks away.
You go in through the window. I'll show you the way",
he says,"when I come back with my friend."

Then he looks up the street and he lets his voice drop.
"Oh, oh," he says, "here comes a cop.
Just keep actin' natural and I hope he don't stop
'cause I'm hiding a bottle of wine."

But the cop on the beat just shakes his head as they pass
to the old window washer who is washing the glass
and who answers him: "What they need is a kick in the ass."
Even though he himself has been burned.

Ancient eyes - studying the dust at his feet.
No surprises does he expect in the street.

Then he spreads out his arms like a circling bird
and he cuts a young businessman out of the herd
and he turns his hand over without saying a word,
but all he gets back is ignored.

So he shrugs and waves at me and walks off as I'm
still smiling at him for his pantomime
and he calls back: "I'll see you around on Indian Time,"
though I never did see him again.


But I watched him go as he went after his drink.
Lost in the crowd. Pushed to the brink.
But the spirit persists in an unbroken link
you can see looking back from those eyes.

Ancient eyes - of the deer and the owl.
The sweet grass rises, though the water is foul...

Romance in Durango


Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape,
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide,
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone.
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramon.

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone.
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town.
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun.
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Was that the thunder that I heard?
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain?

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light.
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Love the first one, Edgar. I discovered Van Zante not long ago, after doing some research about who sung "Dead Flowers" on the film "The Big Lebowski".

He's good.

El Paso

Out in the west Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell

One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the west Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved

So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor

Just for a moment I stood there In silence
Stunned by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run

Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one, it looked like it could run
Up on its back and away I did ride
Just as fast as I could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone; in life nothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death

I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart
And at last here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's Cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door

Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying to stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary, unable to ride

But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest

From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss, then Felina good-bye

Comancheros


(The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land)

Paul Regret from New Orleans a fast man with a gun
He didn't want to go he had to run
When he shot down the judge's son
Yes, he shot judge Bovine's son

With the dark of night he left that town never to return again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
The Comancheros are taking this land

And then the Comancheros came a-riding through the night





Stealing and a-killing taking everything in sight
Nothing left behind but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land

I'll cover every inch of the ground where I stand I'd die before I'd run
I'm not afraid of any living man
And here I'll make my stand
With a gun I'll make my stand

He rode into the Comancheros town like a wild man on the run
Before he'd leave they'd all be dead
They'd die by his blazing gun
They died by his blazing gun

And then the Comancheros came a-riding through the night
Stealing and a-killing taking everything in sight
Nothing left behind but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land

i have no idea if i'm playing this game right

i think i ask that near the beginning of every edgar music thread

Fools Like You
Blue Rodeo

So good at doing
What you don't do
Just trying to protect yourself
And other fools like you
So well practised
In your deceit
Behind the high walls of stupidity
Your endless conceit
Behind the locked door
The sleeping dog you beat
I hope I see the day
She satisfies her teeth

Give back to the native
Their treaty land
What you preach you preach for others
Why don't you practice that firsthand

I just don't understand
This world of mine
I must be out of touch
Or out of my mind
And will the profits of destruction
Forever make your eyes blind
Do you bow to the corporations
'Cause they pay their bills on time

God bless Elijah
With the feather in his hand
Stop stealing the Indian land
Stop stealing the Indian land
Stop stealing the Indian land

As Fremont, the boy bug, was fond of saying, "Jes fine."
(Pogo, Walt Kelly)

Broken Arrow
Buffalo Springfield

The lights turned on and the curtain fell down,
And when it was over it felt like a dream,
They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream,
The agents had paid for the black limousine
That waited outside in the rain.
Did you see them, did you see them?
Did you see them in the river?
They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered,
Brown skinned Indian on the banks
That were crowded and narrow,
Held a broken arrow?

Eighteen years of American dream,
He saw that his brother had sworn on the wall.
He hung up his eyelids and ran down the hall,
His mother had told him a trip was a fall,
And don't mention babies at all.
Did you see him, did you see him?
Did you see him in the river?
He was there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered,
Brown skinned Indian on the banks
That were crowded and narrow,
Held a broken arrow?

The streets were lined for the wedding parade,
The Queen wore the white gloves, the county of song,
The black covered caisson her horses had drawn
Protected her King from the sun rays of dawn.
They married for peace and were gone.
Did you see them, did you see them?
Did you see them in the river?
They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered,
Brown skinned Indian on the banks
That were crowded and narrow,
Held a broken arrow?

The Hole He Said He'd Dig For Me

With his bankbook in your hands
And your arms around me
Today you saw just how dead one man can be
His so-called friends gathered round
As they laid him in the ground
In the hole he said he would dig he'd dig for me

Yes he thought he was a king
That he owned the whole world
But if only he could come back and see
His castle would be
A marble stone just two by three
On the hole he said he would dig for me

His money it could never buy
That certain gleem in your eye
The way you look when you stand so close to me
As I walked off with his bride
Somehow I hoped he was satisfied
In the hole he said he would dig he would dig for me

Eye Of Fatima (Pt. 1)
Camper Van Beethoven

He's got the Eye of Fatima on the wall of his room
Two bottles of tequila, three cats and a broom
He's got an 18-year-old angel and she's all dressed in black
He's got 15 nickels of cocaine tied up in a sack

And this here's a government experiment and we're driving like Hell
To give some cowboys some acid and to stay in motels
We're going to eat up some wide open spaces like it was a cruise on the Nile
Take the hands off the clock, we're going to be here a while

And I am the Eye of Fatima on the wall of the motel room
And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons
And no one ever conquered Wyoming from the left or from the right
But you can stay in motel rooms and stay up all night

All Her Favourite Fruit
Camper Van Beethoven

I drive alone, home from work
And I always think of her
Late at night I call her
But I never say a word

And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay

She serves him mashed potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places they are cultivated

And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train
And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
Within intervention's distance of the embassy

The midday air grows thicker with the heat
And drifts towards the line of trees
When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity
Of life and love
Of life and love
Of life and love

The Ballad Of Paladin lyrics
Johnny Western lyrics

Have Gun Will Travel reads the card of a man
A knight without armor in a savage land
His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind
A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin

Paladin, Paladin Where do you roam
Paladin, Paladin, Far, far from home

He travels on to wherever he must
A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust
There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin
Of the man with the gun of the man called Paladin