Twelve Horse Riding Songs

by Sgt Dunbar & the Hobo Banned

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released March 9, 2011

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Track Name: Who Do You Love?
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?
Track Name: Gypsies On the Road
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?
Track Name: The Old Crow
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
Track Name: A Trainride from Cleveland to Buffalo
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
Track Name: Life Learning Languages
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.
Track Name: The Table & The Cup
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.
Track Name: While Waiting for the Space Age
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