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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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Northbound Train
03:42
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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
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I've Got Time
05:07
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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
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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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I Won't See Another Day
02:56
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Turn The Cowgirl Round
04:41
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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
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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
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Wild Banshee
03:59
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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
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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
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Kingdom of the Blind
04:16
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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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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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