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Terry's Western
02:25
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2. |
Dark Clouds
04:24
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Dark Clouds
Give it all she said
Or hold a life regret
The way of blood is written on your skin
Cos you don’t need that much
No love no human touch
Just to roam and wander all your life
Cos I have seen
The dark clouds rising
The winds of change
Blow heavy on my mind
And it may seem I’ve cast an omen
So let it speak and give it eyes
I have spilled their hearts
A twisted life I’ve carved
Not a man could outrun my chasing steps
But now those steps have turned on me
My bloody hands won’t let me be
Oh to have the chance
The chance to start again
Cos I have seen
The dark clouds rising
The winds of change
Blow heavy on my mind
And it may seem I’ve cast an omen
So let it speak and give it eyes
Let it speak and give it eyes
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3. |
The Pack
02:30
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The Pack
“All aboard” the call goes out,
The whistles blown,
Take a pace like a river rolling home,
Feel the ground beneath you shake,
And furnace burn,
A little late to state you had so much to learn,
Cos all decide,
The better ride’s,
The one that lies with Satan out the way,
Satan out the way.
Raise the sleepers I got news,
News to tell,
There’s an engine fire that burns as hot as hell,
Ride ‘em down and clear the track,
The pack has gone,
And it’s high time you were moving on.
Cos all decide,
The better ride’s,
The one that lies with Satan out the way,
Satan out the way.
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4. |
Whisprin to Spiders
01:41
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Whisprin To Spiders
I couldn’t read his head
He wasn’t what he said
He never spoke to openly
And he never had his share
Because he wasn’t what he said
And I couldn’t read his head
I shook him by the hand
This dark and covered man
His didn’t stand that tall
And he wore his hands small
Because he held so tight
To what he held inside
I shook him by the hand
As a dark and covered man
Whispering to Spiders
Earth-ovens full of birds
Air-ships above my head
And darkness in the woods
In a room of solid flame
Where dramas whip their tales
In amongst the brimstone fire
A smile that held the hour
And no matter how
Close I could get
He wouldn’t tell me how
Just why to get out.
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5. |
Saint O' Killers
03:53
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Saint O' Killers
I guess I’ll just lie here
My face in the mud
Cos no one comes back here
Burn all your crosses
And tear up your books
There’s no need for answers
Just like you said
You’re held in your head
And no matter how, hard you can explain
The self that you see, to me just ain’t the same
I guess I’ll just lie here
My face in the mud
Cos no one comes back here
And no one should
A wish to disturb me
Is a price on your head
I’ve no need for money
I’m already dead
You don’t know the trouble
Or lives that I’ve snuffed
And yet still you wake me
Enough is enough
Just like you said
You’re held in your head
And no matter how, hard you can explain
The self that you see, to me just ain’t the same
A loaded gun
A steady hand
A whip of dust
A charge of sand
All hell to all
And all to hell
The highest has to fall
I guess I’ll just lie here
My face in the mud
Cos no one comes back here
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6. |
Seven Deadly Sins
03:23
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Seven Deadly Sins
Seven pains from seven chains
Each with seven different names
Seven ways to weigh me down
Seven steps I slowly crept
Towards an ever swelling debt
Seven graces on the ground
Sleep without a cover
And bare my skin to earth
Feel the warmth of others
And roll away those heavy days
Where treachery of mind has given birth
Seven lies on seven nights
Seven looks behind my eyes
Seven different ways to cheat
Seven cuts spill the guts
Of those seven sullen sluts
Seven rotten cuts of meat
Sleep without a cover
And bare my skin to earth
Feel the warmth of others
And roll away those heavy days
Where treachery of mind has given…
Oh this mortal coil of mine
Has bent under the weight
Of blunders that hold nothing but
An outdated biblical disgrace
Of wickedness and fall from grace
Seven clocks have all stopped
Their ticking sins no longer tock
Only seven scars remain
See seven hounds they chased me down
Barking seven different nouns
But all seven were my name
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7. |
The Hedgehog
07:06
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The Hedgehog
We rode out of town to the woodpile
Where we knew that old crooner would be
A creature who answered ‘The Hedgehog’
A spiny old vermin was he
We stood by his door with our pistols
And stared past the dust clouds inside
His home was just mess and disorder
Convicted we just opened fire
Oh he panicked to run
Out of the back and into the sun
The bullets did fly but his body was shy
Of the metal embrace from my gun
He was corned up against the barn doors
He scratched at the walls for the sky
His prayers for salvation were answered
When the fire from our weapons ran dry
Then one of the blood-gang got thinking
As big as a mountain is high
Lifted a rock up so easy
And hurled it towards hedgehog’s spine
Oh hear the crack
As bones are forced and bent back
He lay on the ground without breathing a sound
And we smiled at our winning attack
Now some months and days in the future
When the pearl moon was covered in black
I heard a familiar scratching
And I knew that the hedgehog was back
I went to the door and was greeted
By a spiky old grin from the dark
He’d come back to teach me a lesson
About waving your own hand of God
Oh you failed in your deed
You broke me but I didn’t bleed
It took me a while and there was no fair trial
But you can’t kill what lives innocently
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Sam Moore & The Bad Palace New Zealand
Sam Moore is a fit-no-holes troubadour, tripping through cities and landing in forests. On top of the creative foundations that Sam has wondered up sits the elegantly twisted Bad Palace. With open palms and toothless grins, Sam Moore and the Bad Palace welcome you through shifting rooms and distorted perspectives to find your space and sit for a while. ... more
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