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Sexy Death and Cowgirls

by The Wilsons

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1.
In a crowded bar we met, heard the words of sad regret there’s a history that I am not denyin’ But our feelings all went south – you want to punch me in the mouth and now it looks like I could end up dyin’ Now it seems as though your time is spent walking the thin line with the buckets full of bile that you are fetchin’ But you know that I ain’t roamin’ cos like my broken sundial nomon I’m pointing in the wrong direction. Put the knife down, Brenda, take my hand out of the blender this attitude is now more than a joke You seem to be quite crazy, but my eyesight’s gettin’ hazy could you please take your hands off of my throat There’s a haze of deep regret, and my face is getting wet from the slashes in my forehead that are oozin’ I should have never turned my back, left the knife there out the back should have capped the jar and given up on boozin’ now it seems I’ve been surrounded all these rumours are unfounded but your anger it is blind and bitter too Your sisters and your brothers, your friends and your ex-lovers Know that sex has made a loony out of you Put the knife down, Brenda, take my hand out of the blender this attitude is now more than a joke You seem to be quite crazy, but my eyesight’s gettin’ hazy could you please take your hands off of my throat   But the stories just won’t stop, now my head is on the block and the blade is high – soon it will be fallin’ and all the folks we used to know have turned and walked away you know It’s a madness they might catch if they come callin’ Now I know that you should stop but it’s funny and I’ve got To see where all this vitriol will take me but I’ll keep my head a while because dyin’s not my style and it takes more than bitter words to break me. Put the knife down, Brenda, take my hand out of the blender this attitude is now more than a joke You seem to be quite crazy, but my eyesight’s gettin’ hazy could you please take your hands off of my throat Put the knife down, Brenda, take my hand out of the blender this attitude is now more than a joke You seem to be quite crazy, but my eyesight’s gettin’ hazy could you please take your hands off of my throat
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Stuck in the south, I wanna see you again I’m heading to the station gonna get me on a train headin’ up north to the things I used to know Missing my girl, been too far away lookin’ for some lovin’ at the end of the day spent too long missing what we do I getting on that train Stuck in a seat – it’s all hot and tight Sweet senorita sitting on my right I’m thinking of you as I’m looking in her eyes Just 19 and leaving home, sweet little puppy, lookin’ for a bone as the night draws in we kiss the day goodbye I’m riding on that train On the northbound train, the northbound train I’m gonna see you again, on that northbound train On the northbound train, the northbound train I got high ideals but I keep falling I’ll hitch a ride on whoever comes calling (woo woo) On that northbound train stopping for a time in a little log town sun is up high and my resistance is down and the bar girls friendly smile blows me away taking it neat in a cool bath house she’s looking with her eyes and she’s working with her mouth as the moment comes it’s time to ride again I’m riding on that train On the northbound train, the northbound train…. and I know you’re waiting for me , and that’s real nice your clothes are smart and fancy and you know I paid that price but there’s people here ripe for laying if she says money, I’ll be payin’ and you know if she says liquor,…………. I’ll oblige On the northbound train, the northbound train…… didn’t you hear? Well I left that train camping by a valley that’s wet from the rain where the dew is sweet and the ground is firm and wide there are willing hands and wide spread feet I gotta feed my needs and there’s plenty to eat and there’s many deep furrows to plant my seed inside I’m riding on that train
3.
They came at night and burned my home built on sand instead of stone flaming torches lit the sky gathered round to watch me die Yes I know I’ve got no job I’m standing here with all I’ve got I’ve got my horse and this gun of mine, got an old guitar and I’ve got time time to make it to the hills the badlands where I’m living still watch and plan most all the day plan the pain to come your way Yes I know I’ve got no job I’m standing here with all I’ve got I’ve got my horse and this gun of mine, got an old guitar and I’ve got time Digging holes across your track I’ll come and get you when I’m back don’t know how long I might be snakes and wild dogs helping me Yes I know I’ve got no job I’m standing here with all I’ve got I’ve got my horse and this gun of mine, got an old guitar and I’ve got time Poison in your drinking well breath like devils , piss like hell Bullet where the sun don’t shine stand and watch you, I’ve got time Time to watch like you watched me time to watch your misery time to hear forgiveness cried time to look you in the eye Yes I know I’ve got no job I’m standing here with all I’ve got I’ve got my horse and this gun of mine, got an old guitar and I’ve got time Yes I know I’ve got no job I’m standing here with all I’ve got I’ve got my horse and this gun of mine, got an old guitar and I’ve got time
4.
You burned my home – but you didn’t finish me left me all alone, with nothing but my memories Nothing but my memories...of you Now I have grown, in the darkness I have seen the devil on his throne, pointing at me, talking to me...about you And if I lived another lifetime, I’d still hunt you down but I don’t need another lifetime.... I found them in the evening, as the sun was sinking down closed the door as I was leaving, footprints on the ground bloody footprints on the ground...for you And if I lived another lifetime, I’d still hunt you down but I don’t need another lifetime.... And when you burned my home all I loved were there because of you - the sound of screaming because of you - the smell of burning hair And when you burned my home you handed me a cause you ripped apart my family now I am taking yours...from you Now we’re alone - and I can’t let you leave for all the things you took from me - I use this blade to grieve I use this blade to grieve – but not for you And if I lived another lifetime, I’d still hunt you down but I don’t need another lifetime....
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It’ s long days and it’s sweaty days and sitting on my ass It’s fifteen hundred head of steer and chowing on dry grass It’s a shot of rye for breakfast and it’s coffee you can chew Heading north to Abiline and far away from you In every pokey cow town the bars of full of beer And girls dressed up for cow herd’s eyes remind me you’re not here A man needs easy company and I can tell no lie I take the hospitality but I won’t look them in the eye.... Been scratching out this trail and I’ve been itching on my seat been wishing for another drop to cut this dusty heat they’re keen and they are dirty and in every drinking dive they’ll bare their souls for 20 cents and fuck for 55 now in every pokey cow town these girls all look the same and when they turn around you know this cowboy can’t be blamed I miss your gentle kisses, but I can tell no lie though I take them up the back stairs I won’t look them in the eye Turn the cowgirl round it’s not the side I want to see I want to see the shining sun when she sits down on me Got drinking whiskey early and now I’m warm inside But there ain’t enough to drink for me to look her in the eyes The trail went on without me; they’ve left me here for dead There’s a burning in my entrails and a banging in my head There are knives stuck through my kidneys, hot lead is what I piss It’s the whores who dress like cowgirls that made me feel like this Now in every pokey cow town the girls extract a price And some they take your spare change; some they take your life Now I’ll not be returning, my love, for here I lie ‘cos I took what they were giving, but I never looked into their eyes Turn the cowgirl round it’s not the side I want to see I want to see the shining sun when she sits down on me Got drinking whiskey early and now I’m warm inside But there ain’t enough to drink for me to look her in the eyes Turn the cowgirl round it’s not the side I want to see I want to see the shining sun when she sits down on me Got drinking whiskey early and now I’m warm inside But there ain’t enough to drink for me to look her in the eyes
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High Horse 04:03
You’re sitting on your high horse looking at the world through rosey eyes a broken thought is all that you require to justify the numbness in your mind We’ve been on this trail for weeks now heading to the borders of this land But you can’t see the edges and though you put them there towards them you are blind And the road is steep and the road is long – but I will get there in the end The winter’s getting colder bleaker than it’s been for many days you pull a shell around you as we ride the horses slide upon the icy glaze break the river’s icy edges stir the shining pebbles in the flow searching for a rock that’s not for fools but in the steely pools the fever grows And the road is steep and the road is long – but I will get there in the end and your venomous eyes whip me on towards the end all the things that you scream at the pool by the bend so I help you to search for the gold in the depths and I will get there in the end south to California skirting to the west of the cascades saddle bags are heavy from the north but the ghost of you is as light as the sun’s rays And the road is steep and the road is long – but I will get there in the end
8.
Wild Banshee 03:59
I don’t believe in witches, I don’t believe in ghosts Don’t believe in anything I don’t know You don’t need belief if you know it to be true And I know nothing ‘bout you I don’t believe in dragons or the wild banshee don’t believe in walking in another man’s shoes You don’t need belief if you know it to be true And I know nothing ‘bout you Sweat runs into my eyes and I know that to be true and yet I grow cold when I see you I need to drink, to sit down and think And I know nothing ‘bout you I don’t believe in ugly I don’t believe in pain don’t believe in wanting what I don’t need You don’t need belief if you know it to be true And I know nothing ‘bout you I don’t believe in witches, I don’t believe in ghosts Don’t believe in anything I don’t know You don’t need belief if you know it to be true And I know nothing ‘bout you And I know nothing ‘bout you
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Chink Of Sky 03:11
They say I’m too fuckin’ old and I’m too fuckin’ fat They’re talkin’ ‘bout me as if I was disposable I’m shut in this room full of padding, I’m trapped And what they all want is: I’m not getting out of it And I’m looking for a chink of sky So i can look you in the eye and I can say You’d better not treat me this way Well you smell like a horse and you look like a pig And you try to pretend that your thumbs are opposable You criticize me every chance that you get always putting me down: I know you are responsible And I’m looking for a chink of sky So i can look you in the eye and I can say You’d better not treat me this way And I know your trying to drive me to the edge And I know you’re trying hard and I know something and I‘ve got something to say You’d better not treat me this way They say it’s my brain, they say it’s my mind That I should try all the things that are medically ethical I should visit a shrink so he can put me to sleep God knows I’ve tried- there just aren’t enough chemicals to help me find a chink of sky So i can look you in the eye and I can say You’d better not treat me this way
10.
Feel the undertow, Watch the ripples Live to hide behind the wall another day It’s not as simple now, You’re far too brittle And you will break if you are getting in the way But it’s all that you can see and it’s all that you can hear And there’s nothing you can do There are no friends that you can find And there’s nothing you can touch and the lights are all burned out and you are living in The kingdom of the blind…. The kingdom of the blind…. Leave the curtains closed, Lock the door Enclose the box where you can hide another day Broken promises , In the middle of the road That isn’t taking you away But it’s all that you can see (as they try to take away your mind) and it’s all that you can hear (as they try to take away your mind) And there’s nothing you can do There are no friends that you can find And there’s nothing you can touch And the lights are all burned out and you are living in The kingdom of the blind…. The kingdom of the blind…. And I’m there when it hurts And I’m there in your mind And I’m there when it breaks And I’m here as the king… The kingdom of the blind…. The kingdom of the blind….

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released July 3, 2012

Lyrics: Iain Watson
Music: The Wilsons

Recorded by: Richard Clark, The Shrubbery, Bury St Edmunds www.theshrubberyrecordings.com
Produced by Richard Clark and The Wilsons
Artwork by David Bacon

The Wilsons are: Iain Watson, Tom Stebbing, Reuben Kemp, Ronnie Hatt, and David Bacon

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The Wilsons Bury St Edmunds, UK

With musical influences drawn from alt country through to 80s goth and Springsteen, The Wilsons write songs about death, sex, cannibalism, revenge and cowboys.

As a 4 piece band (sometimes a five-piece, sometimes 6...) they have released 3 full length albums and a 6 track EP, and are currently preparing to gig with their latest album “Horse” as soon as the scene returns to normal.
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