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A short time ago, a bunch of us were joking around on the chat line late at night when thetiler came on with the post: "Snow, will you listen to something before I post it?"
"Sure"
Within minutes, I was sitting in my den, jaw dropped, listening to one of the most incredible tunes I'd ever heard. Images literally raced through my mind and it didn't take long before Dadai and I were posting lines and impressions left, right and centre. I logged off shortly thereafter and as the sun was coming up the next morning, I had a story to go with T's music.
I sent it to him that afternoon, essentially just for fun, but his reply was "you should post this."
So, here you are, a slightly different take on the cowboy genre, imagry-inspired by thetiler and perhaps just a touch of Pale Rider. Granted, the vocals are a bit rough but much of it was improv. So, I opted for spontenaity rather than polish. Thanks for the ride, T.
"Sure"
Within minutes, I was sitting in my den, jaw dropped, listening to one of the most incredible tunes I'd ever heard. Images literally raced through my mind and it didn't take long before Dadai and I were posting lines and impressions left, right and centre. I logged off shortly thereafter and as the sun was coming up the next morning, I had a story to go with T's music.
I sent it to him that afternoon, essentially just for fun, but his reply was "you should post this."
So, here you are, a slightly different take on the cowboy genre, imagry-inspired by thetiler and perhaps just a touch of Pale Rider. Granted, the vocals are a bit rough but much of it was improv. So, I opted for spontenaity rather than polish. Thanks for the ride, T.
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Lyrics
One Bad Dude (the cowboy and the witch)
Music by thetiler
Lyrics by snowdragon
Early morning, sun still low, buckled gunbelt, ready to go.
Set out cross the desert and the Texas sand, headed for a bayou in Lousian.
He knows he needs forgivin' but he don't know how. Only one person gonna save him now
He's killed many people and he's done it well, but when he shot the preacher — he bought a ticket to hell.
A man named Quantrill taught him how to kill, 40 men fallen and he's had his fill.
He's gotta find the witch woman, have her make it right
Ahead is the bayou, gonna be a long night
He'd heard the stories when he was a child, 'bout a dark woman livin' in the wild.
She could lay curses, maybe raise the dead, he's hopin' she can lift the burden from his head.
Gets down from his horse and then he sets it free, spooks a gator, then two or three.
His spurs don't jangle all caked in mud, his hands grow sweaty, there's a taste of blood.
Over in the distance is a tattered shack, too late for thinkin', there's no turnin' back.
Witch woman's rockin' by her own front door, 20 snakes a-crawlin' and maybe more.
"I know why yer comin'," she says with a grin. "Think I can help you, won't you please come in.
"I know you're sorry, I've a spell for that." He almost tripped over an old black cat.
"Killin' a preacher's a nasty deed, but I got somethin', just what you need."
She slit the belly of a long, black snake, let the blood drip on a corn meal cake.
Then she spun around, tapped her heel three times, crushed up some polk salad and some vines.
She chanted some words he couldn't understand, bones started dancin' at her command.
Outside the window was a lightnin' flash, "now we add bourbon — just a dash."
She mixed it all together, with the Cajun wine, it had a foul odour, anything but fine.
Handed it to him in a mason jar, "that's it mister, there you are . . .
"Drink it."
As soon as he downed it, he felt his head spin, knew in a second the trouble he was in.
Tried to reach his revolver but the hand wouldn't move, couldn't do nothin' if she disapproved.
His sight was fading but he caught her stare, stark and cold almost nothing there.
"You don't have much but it will have to do," she said, "it won't be long before the devil takes you
"I know what brought you here for my advice but we never talked money, never fixed a price.
"So I guess I'll settle for what's left of your life, oh did I forget to mention?
"I was the preacher's wife."
Music by thetiler
Lyrics by snowdragon
Early morning, sun still low, buckled gunbelt, ready to go.
Set out cross the desert and the Texas sand, headed for a bayou in Lousian.
He knows he needs forgivin' but he don't know how. Only one person gonna save him now
He's killed many people and he's done it well, but when he shot the preacher — he bought a ticket to hell.
A man named Quantrill taught him how to kill, 40 men fallen and he's had his fill.
He's gotta find the witch woman, have her make it right
Ahead is the bayou, gonna be a long night
He'd heard the stories when he was a child, 'bout a dark woman livin' in the wild.
She could lay curses, maybe raise the dead, he's hopin' she can lift the burden from his head.
Gets down from his horse and then he sets it free, spooks a gator, then two or three.
His spurs don't jangle all caked in mud, his hands grow sweaty, there's a taste of blood.
Over in the distance is a tattered shack, too late for thinkin', there's no turnin' back.
Witch woman's rockin' by her own front door, 20 snakes a-crawlin' and maybe more.
"I know why yer comin'," she says with a grin. "Think I can help you, won't you please come in.
"I know you're sorry, I've a spell for that." He almost tripped over an old black cat.
"Killin' a preacher's a nasty deed, but I got somethin', just what you need."
She slit the belly of a long, black snake, let the blood drip on a corn meal cake.
Then she spun around, tapped her heel three times, crushed up some polk salad and some vines.
She chanted some words he couldn't understand, bones started dancin' at her command.
Outside the window was a lightnin' flash, "now we add bourbon — just a dash."
She mixed it all together, with the Cajun wine, it had a foul odour, anything but fine.
Handed it to him in a mason jar, "that's it mister, there you are . . .
"Drink it."
As soon as he downed it, he felt his head spin, knew in a second the trouble he was in.
Tried to reach his revolver but the hand wouldn't move, couldn't do nothin' if she disapproved.
His sight was fading but he caught her stare, stark and cold almost nothing there.
"You don't have much but it will have to do," she said, "it won't be long before the devil takes you
"I know what brought you here for my advice but we never talked money, never fixed a price.
"So I guess I'll settle for what's left of your life, oh did I forget to mention?
"I was the preacher's wife."
thetiler
I like the pause and then "Drink it".
Nice use of silence.
Nice hook at the end!
Thanks for supplying this entertainment!