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Rancher's Rise
03:55
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Outcast rancher, a soft cowboy
Got no ambition, he got no ploy
Destitution looms from afar
Speaks to him of truth ajar
Woke from a knock in the dead of night
Men the law would sure indict
Barrel to the skull and no backbone
He shrouds them from their rivals
With mort they stow
Through the darkness, sleep not sound
Won't emerge till they can't be found
As day breaks the men take their leave
One remains to interweave
Promise of security
Should he join the Bogson three
The soft cowboy, he had heard accounts
Violence, thieving, deeds that all denounce
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Jobs aplenty, trial run
See him fit to wield a gun
Watchful eye outside the heist
Ear to ground where details suffice
His old man was a two cent can of dirt
The hopes of his father he'll subvert
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An Offer
05:42
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Around a table heavy haze conceals the careful few
Send a message to a man whose suffering is due
A proposal with the means to truly demonstrate
Consequential choice of torment will determine his fate
Old Man Fitzgerald laid there breathing his last breath
He looked upon his son with misplaced hopefulness in death
Diligent and moral, well respected by the town
Never took nothing from no one
Could not be accepting of an offer
Burdened by the ranch left to him by his father passed
Not one annum went before the stead had seen its last
Starving cattle, timber byre, so weather-worn and dry
Reputation has been tainted
And in desperate times he'll take an offer
And so he steps into the night, a nervous sweat ensues
Carved in stone to light the home of he who did defuse
Unaware of any presence in the silent abode
Whiskey bottle, soaking rag, he hastens down the road
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Pickersgill
05:53
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Wakes from peaceful slumber, mind at ease
Strolls into town as an unsteady air proceeds
Restless masses, something’s gone astray
Asks around for what's got them this way
(Give it to me straight doc)
An act so horrid my hair it stands on end
Sleeping mother and young made to incend
Some say outlaws, foe of one who's lost
The only family he had paid the cost
(Give it to me straight doc, am I gonna die?)
As he steps into the sun it dawns on him the deed he's done
He's been conned
Riding up on horseback is the silhouetted figure of Pickersgill
Beyond grief, beyond tears, face hard as stone, pale and cold
Oh Fitzgerald, can I trust you'll follow me and scrape the rust, treading dust?
We are heading to the Rise, the Bogson gang they do reside upon that hill
I remember your father, a noble man, humble kind
“Many hands make light work” he’d say ere he passed, won't you go?
The soft cowboy his guilt it overwhelms
Internal regret, confession dwells
But fear of retribution supersedes
He bids farewell to the silhouetted man and leaves
(Give it to me straight doc, am I gonna die?)
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Spur of the Moment
04:55
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On Rancher's Rise they meet
Enemies they'll defeat
When blame is thrown for fire
The three they will deny
"Twas that lonesome rancher
He's the one you want"
But nowhere to be seen
Both sides double-crossed
He walks up to his rival
He looks him in the face
He sings his song of love
He sings his song of pain
He crawls back from his rival
Blood soils the terrain
He sings his song of love
He sings his song of pain
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Morning Pyre
02:27
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9. |
Weasel
02:54
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De Porsal Torquay, Australia
mutt music. on wadawurrung and wurundjeri country
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