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Twelve Horse Riding Songs

by Sgt Dunbar & the Hobo Banned

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1.
Come on down, hear me out I've got hundreds of words that don't make a sound and I'm tired of talking with my tongue moving in my mouth listing all the things that I've seen or what I'm worried about come on, who do you love? please honey, who do you love? won't you tell me, who do you love? I just wanna know, who you love. In the olden days of our youth's strong malaise we'd sit around in the sun's golden rays oh, we had no idea what we had in store and at the time the whole thing seemed like a chore. come on, who do you love? please honey, who do you love? won't you tell me, who do you love? I just wanna know, who you love. In the holy end well we'll pretend that nothing ever happened that nothing was said don't know why we try if we're just gonna forget if you ask me the whole thing makes no sense. come on, who do you love? please honey, who do you love? won't you tell me, who do you love? I just wanna know, who you love?
2.
The prophet tribe with burning eyes travels today different road than in previous times when the worlds unfathomed size shrouded still in mystery and myth could only be told with obvious lies oh my old brothers of magical mind kept truth trapped in chests closely guarded, sold to the build your wagons did finally find that ghostly road always missed that leads to castles in the sky Gypsies now ride wave and wire ghosts of the real, selling truth to all the buyers supplying demand to the suppliers from their glass castles in the air they've conquered nights empires To all those who settle down in the small well worn spaces that surround the structures of city and town where we gypsies wait and wonder telling the tales we have found But boredom, sad son of stillness keeps us all enthralled with visions that can't fulfill us pondering all the ways to kill us as he puffs his pipe he asks do you realize your own illness?
3.
The Old Crow 02:24
The old crow has flown from his nest leaving behind his home and all its preciousness to be ravaged for the time he must miss chorus: Take flight in the night and don't come back again there's not much left in these branches tangled mess The old crow passing over the red river his small eyes saw the land grow darker with the message sent by storm clouds rolling in chorus The old crow was once a friend of mine we had loved each other well in our time but the rain came and we all saw fate was blind Take flight in the night and don't come back again there's not much left except some trinkets and a nest
4.
And he tied her up in her own hair and watched her writhe and milk around her warm and creamy eyes how she cried he whipped them all to dust and burnt his pride from the flagpole, at the top, he watched them die And he rode he drove around with her til she broke and the prototype she was began to bloat and her heart swelled up with steam and wandered 'round the car She talked to men in hats and grinning stars she said where's ours? In a box wrapped tight around his feet he heard her scream and the blood began to boil to his knees and she gnawed and she sawed nipping at a dead and leafless tree he was petrified to sleep
5.
Don't say I love you too cause then all I can do for you is gladden or give you pain. Between your hope and suspicion ah before your blame or praise. And on me alone with the shine of the light the shame of having a face. Have I not had nearly a hundred times only to promise not to die. I have begun my long love to god that quite and aimless chore. Its a life learning languages but you create nonsense and nothing more. The lumpy lead of patience is a long road to swift happiness of gold. To take all this once more upon myself I, the estranged turn home. I fell in love and I needed a road map to get me to your door. And when I arrived you said "Listen let me go, let me go, and I'll want you more". The lumpy lead of patience is a long road to swift happiness of gold. So I'm taken everything I have left to give and my friends are bringing me home.
6.
Sometimes its good to say out loud nothing has happened. That I feel weary and chilled is of no consequence. And that I run about the streets all day is of my own conscience. I defend myself although I know its all over a moment more and everything will have lost its meaning: the table and the cup and the chair to which I'm clinging. And mine is the lonely face I thought to raise inside of some familiar thing for someone I'd once seen but there was nothing there. And there will come a day when my hand is far from me. And when I bid it to write it will write words I don't mean. When my harp is tuned to mourning and my organ the voice of the weeping. With a somnambulic certainty I drag my deepest fears. I childhood illness I had conquered begins in me again. The fear that I might betray myself and tell you all that I dread. And mine is the lonely face I thought to raise and sought for some familiar thing for someone I'd once seen but there was nothing there. And if I fall asleep oh the fears, the fears, the fears that I might swallow a piece of coal or a number might begin to grow in my brain til there's nothing left there.
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I know the old ways I've been around since the olden days and I fear, my time is finally come I've seen the death of men I've heard the words of those who ain't comen back again they couldn't wait for the space age to come I can remember when thoughts were only thought and made by men these days we've been outdone I know the old ways I've been around since the olden days and I fear, my time is finally come
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Beatrice I 01:44
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released March 9, 2011

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