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Cowboy Death Songs

by Puckett Electric

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katiekatkatkat I spent the 2018 tax season procrastinating by searching for the best ever Streets of Laredo. This here is it. The rest of the album is the perfect context and I love the original content. Favorite track: Streets of Laredo + Oh Bury Me Not.
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Michelle Aiello I love this record! Lo-fi and melancholy with unique instrumentation and vocals. It's hard to categorize, so just give it a listen. Favorite track: High, Wild and Free.
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1.
Yes, too my eyes look upward, without love, without lust There lies infinity uncovered, without base, without blood Only fools are lead by fear and superstition And want such a clear mirage to be their main ambition I arise with blinking eyes, and I scan this dear horizon Fearless, tear-less, enraptured, and enlivened There was an idea once held, now I can dimly recall Of an ever-falling well that wants to burn us all An orphan desires for this to be the common opinion: That what's below and what's higher can't penetrate this kingdom Don't send me to heaven, yes I've been there before And I know what's beyond that other door
2.
Oh Death 02:35
Death, oh Death, where is thy sting? Death, oh Death, where do I begin? Do I start at the top, or do I cut in Where my resolve began to run thin? But how can I be the only one who's ill? Surely I'm no stranger here at all How can what you are be so attractive, As you work your cold and vicious will? Death, oh Death, half this world I've found Conspires just to put me in the ground My blood runs empty, and my bones are hollow The very marrow of the morrow Has been sucked dry or borrowed Death, oh Death, now meet me face to face Now I'm unafraid, yes I brought you to this place Death, oh Death, will you call my bluff? My spirit's come down and shot all full of stuff How can anyone love me? Oh, nobody needs me
3.
High, wild and free Have you ever seen any night like this? Have you ever been the silver moon in bloom Did you ever dream? That you'd walk the land alone Walk the land unknown And be the one you're with And I see nothing standing there before me That I couldn't reach from here before I die 'Cause when I die, yes when I die I'll be high, wild and free And though I know its snowing High upon those mountains Everything about them is as pure as spring And high on the wind, I'll be high, wild and free
4.
Made Peace 03:21
When lead to the sores in my mind I'll console instead of rewind The shortness of my breath may lead to early death And all my wants and needs lead to weakness in my knees But I've made peace with that Good thoughts that come and go, then disappear unknown The pictures in my sleep will never be released The best and the worst answer I know Fuel comes in focus too slow But don't sell the pain in your sell Until there's some place to go What I'll never understand does nothing but expand I'm just a number on a screen to all my enemies But I've made peace with them Every sound that I hold dear doesn't ring for many ears Sometimes I curse all my beliefs through a row of gritted teeth But I've made peace with that Under lock and key, tied up nice and neat Piled in a heap, where dust and shadows meet Never to be seen are all my memories But I've made peace with them This technique's been done before long before I was born Of this I'm sure
5.
In between folds of the sheets and my woman asleep My body is still, but out on the hills my mind weeps As seen from above, my head face down in the fuzz I'm not in the habit of drinking such static or love Looking back at the valleys I've trod, The peaks that I've climbed, and the bullets I've dodged And high above the shadows and fog the lightning ignites like an incendiary bomb Ever since birth I have looked toward the sky for the word I can see the burnt ends of my camps upon the scorched earth
6.
Woman from the North Country, your father's made of steel Woman from the South Country, your pappy's made a deal Woman from the West Country, you're high mystery Woman from the East Country, you're old news to read Protected all by compromise, not one of you is satisfied Borders blur but symbolize, you'll fight to draw just where they lie And blood will be the sea that you'll drown in altogether I'll brave her winds and dredge her lakes on the north side of the street But with her I'll sweat and promenade and learn to talk so sweet In the plains we'll meet and I'll climb her peaks. I'll scout and survey Then I'll head back east for company, but she will hear me say Protected all by compromise, not one of you is satisfied Borders blur but symbolize, you'll fight to draw just where they lie And blood will be the seal that will stamp you all together Ladies please you confuse me, why must you live alone? Can't you see with the other three you'd make a happy home Pride is proud but when too loud can be a deadly sin I'll prove my home is all of you and show that I will win Protected all by compromise, I for one am satisfied Borders are but lurid lies, and if you fight you'll be sure to find That blood will be the seam to stitch you all together
7.
Re-migration 02:56
The country feeds the city's greed But city has what country needs I for one believe to be complete Have freedom in mind and body So I shed my coats and shunned the coasts Sold my lot and learned to sow Let me trade this urban decay for somewhere south of sane Re-migration, re-migration, I'm not one of them but I know my station Dear Shenandoah, Sheltowhee Dear Chickamauga, New Orleans Your woods are deep and grass blue-green My roots are few and far between The tide's receding west to east Then flowing down the Mississippi
8.
Well they say it takes all kinds to run this world But I've met plenty of people with nothing to give Whether young, old, man, woman, boy or girl You might say too many pigs for the tits 'Cause a man has no work to do these days All but dead-end jobs are dead and gone And a man cannot afford for what he can't pay Not even the very thing that would help him along 'Cause a beer at the bar is a beer too far But the fear that is near is that A man has no work to do these days Sitting still on insufficient funds And what do you say about “Now, well who's to blame”? Aside from me, its just about everyone And don't you even ask about my car 'Cause I can't drive away what just won't start Hey, can you get me a job?
9.
Well there's no better half anymore We're stuck here all winter, embattled and embittered And we just bicker till there is no clear winner We stick to our guns till we shoot them for fun You're not your better self as often as you ought to be And I'm not much better than this unchanging weather We once were complimentary, but now we're just enemies Well we try and we try to move along; towards some semblance of peace But for the third time this week, I'm down on my knees saying “Forgive me please” You're viciously spiteful and bound to put me down Not so delightful nor fun to be around You have no better half anymore I'm half-drunk at midday. Laden with a burden Struck dumb in a sad haze, beaten and hurtin' I have no better half anymore It makes me recall a sign on the wall In a bar I once knew That said only a bitch like me could love a bastard like you Its sad but its true because it applies to me and you But what can we do? We have no better half anymore
10.
Get Alon' 01:58
Lonesome me, lucky me, what a dream I'm the only actor on the screen By default I define what it means to be free I choose the lines, set the scene, play the lead, fill the seats And my dreams are too sacred to share with the vacant or let out to breed Get alon' Knowing me I'll tell you what world lies beneath I could never keep it all for me Well aren't you intrigued, well who wouldn't be? I can tell so well what others need Make believe that your eyes Hold the key to a prize And your dreams are too sacred to share with the vacant or let out to breed
11.
The Ranger 02:12
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Moonlight 02:48
13.
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo As I walked out on Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all dressed in white linen Slumped in the saddle and cold as the clay “I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy” These words he did say as I boldly walked by “Come and sit down beside me and hear my sad story, I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die And make this a letter to my gray-haired mother And tell her the cowboy that she loved is gone But please not one word of the man who had shot me Don't mention his name, and his name will pass on Get me six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin, six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin, Roses to deaden the clods as they fall Then fetch me a cup, a cup of cool water To drench my parched lips," the cowboy did say At once he had spoken, the sun began setting The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay "And play the fife lowly, bang the drum slowly Play the Dead March as they carry me along First past the courthouse, and then down to Rose's I'm a young cowboy, and I know I've done wrong "Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyotes howl, and the wind blows free," From the pallid lips of the youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day "Oh bury me not on the lone prairie," These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of the youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day "Oh bury me not," but his voice failed there And we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave, just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie

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Written and performed by Scott Puckett. Recorded with Duncan Whitledge.

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released August 17, 2015

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Puckett Electric Kentucky

Self-described as "Psychedelic Americana", Puckett Electric's original rock songs find the complimentary between often opposing influences. The sound nods to the past but is not retrospective; experimental yet accessible. Based in Chicago and rooted in Kentucky, the songs embrace city fuzz with pastoral feedback.
DIY musician Scott Puckett writes, records, and performs all instruments and voices.
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