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Purchasable with gift card. The Last Western Myth The gunslinger pulled out his weapon It was all rusty and stained from the toxic air The wooden handle had the marks of all the past enemies One scratch for each dead body One scratch for each torn memory And a last scratch that had to be done The air was filled by a foul smell The wasteland had wasted all his life The only thing that's left is a house he knows all too well A house that waits for him to come A house that waits for him to come A house that waits for him to come The camp fire burns for one last time The starry night forms a heavy blanket Look at my knife as it carves your name onto the earth One score for each dead body One score for each torn memory And a last score that has to be done.
I'm walking that road for miles I'm after this shadow this man dressed in black The structure is present and shades my existence And I will just live for this cause The sand from this desert is burning my eyes The villagers call me and sing "Hey Jude" The world is just ruins the ancients have left us And I've found a lunatic train I'm walking that road as long I've remembered I don't know what for but that tower's waiting The dreams that are haunting my life are not stopping And I just can't end my poor quest The man dressed in black is calling my name The sun is just scorching but that's just the game He's just a few miles ahead but I know that This road is just vain.
Filthy Air Ballad for the Wasteland Hear my name as I walk through these lands They whisper and fear a dream made of glass The prophets were crying with black tears of joy And asking their gods for their paths of glory Hear my name as I cast all my curses In my sun scorched face you see your Messiah Refuse to believe that if He existed I've killed him a long, a long time ago.
The Third Man Wolves The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.Explore releases from Jens Skwirblies at Discogs. Shop for Vinyl, CDs and more from Jens Skwirblies at the Discogs Marketplace.