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Death Of A Brother
03:50
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There was a man called Robert Younger
The young Robert was now slowly dying
Sayin’ what a bad piece of business it was
Indeed
And very foolish
Where’s the good boy gone?
Where’s the good boy gone?
He’s gone down to death’s door
He’s gone down to his grave
When the hour of goin’ came
He was still layin’ behind the bars
He must die in prison, they said,
Of the poor boy dyin’, the poor boy dyin’
He’s but a shadow now
He’s but a shadow now
Where’s the good boy gone?
Where’s the good boy gone?
He’s gone down to death’s door
He’s gone down to his grave
A last picture was took
At the eve of Robert’s death
The faint smiles can’t hide
The sorrow in their eyes
He’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow now
He’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow now
He’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow, he’s but a shadow now
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2. |
Forgotten Soldiers
03:18
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Clean your gun and brush your horse
You might not need them tho’
Bid farewell to your beloved
And love her right tonight
For you might not see her soon
When it’s done
Spin a yarn with the boys
Tell the tales your uncles told
But keep in mind you’ll be alone
When war comes
When it’s done
Spin a yarn with the boys
Tell the tales your uncles told
But keep in mind you’ll be alone
When war comes
Boys, no matter where you’re from
Your father’s yellin’ your mother’s howlin’
‘cause there’s no hope on the battlefront
And your names will soon
Be forgotten
When it’s done
Spin a yarn with the boys
Tell the tales your uncles told
You might not be alone
When it comes
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3. |
Western Song
04:27
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I look at my poor face on the greasy window
of the train
Sudden flashes of light
show
Pale moving shadows
And I can’t help but see
Your skin
As white as lilies
In the shadowy glade that day / that day
You were so bold to meet me there
And make me forget my hands
Are red with blood
That I killed men and did not regret it much
Regret it much
Your body soft and young
Made me forget
I killed men
That my hands are still
Covered with blood
We fought from the bush
We hid in the woods
We roamed the roads at night
To us belonged
Punishment and reward
But I can never pay you back
For what you’ve done for me
No wind favors he who has no more a home
No wind favors the one who has no more a home
All night through I remembered the past while the train sped along the country
Most people look before themselves when they’d better look inside
Most people look before themselves when they’d better look inside
And recall the evil done
All night through I remembered the past
All night through I remembered the past
All night through…I remembered the past
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4. |
The Robber Barons
05:53
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Them rascals could steal the coins off a dead man’s eyes
They stole land that weren’t theirs
Then bought it back at a cheapest price
That’s how the rail’d been built
And farmers sent farther west
They laid down the law and so did we
Robbing banks and trains
Tell me who should
Go to the gallows
‘cause them, banksters, they’d steal the coins of a dead man’s eyes
Their culture, their mansions, nothing can hide
The dark side
Of the guilded age overlords
Don’t tell me tall tales ‘bout self-made-men
‘cause back then the rich got richer
And honesty was…
Out of fashion
I’ve seen a good deal of the world
I’ve seen them scoundrels
Fooling others into the hope of…
…getting rich
We couldn’t beat steam, iron and coal
We weren’t heroes of a mythic age
Just their outlines
Standing against the blank white light
In an empty street at noon
We weren’t pure
But we never stole the coins off…
…a dead man’s eyes
The coins off a dead man’s /the coins off a dead man’s eyes
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5. |
(She's) The Trickster
04:30
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She’s the raven’s daughter she’s…
The coyote’s sister
She sings alone in deep woods
She’s after you
Ou-hou-ou-hou-ou... ou-hou-ou-hou
Her eyes have seen a thousand years
She feels hidden things and hidden thoughts
She lives where the sky seems to touch the lands
She can read the signs
She’s a charmer, she’s a cheater, she’s the trickster
You’ll be her lover
Can you trust her?
Ou-hou-ou-hou
She winds herself all around you
And you don’t move
She’s a wild horse, she’s on you
Desire fills you, you let her do
Ou-hou-ou-hou
She’s a charmer, she’s a cheater, she’s the trickster
She’s your lover
Do you trust her?
She’s a charmer, she’s a cheater, she’s the trickster
Ooooooooh
You do love her
You’re after her
Oh you need her
Ou-hou-ou-hou-ou etc.
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6. |
Theirs Be The Guilt
06:11
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Dead bodies now and then
Dead bodies now and then
He wants to run away from the streams of blood that pour into the ground
From the horses gaping bellies, from their dead wide open eyes
From wounded young men crying, from their wild wide open eyes
Men in the woods trying to hide, men with no jaw, men torn to pieces
Then a poor house, the old woman's shot dead, the little girl cries and kittens play as if nothing ever happened
He fires up into the sky
Forms shrouded in the smoke
Scattered army things
Forms shrouded in the smoke
Scattered army things
The battlefield still echoes with the sound of guns
Camp fires glow far away
He holds on to the trees
Trying to guess which side has won
A lost and lonesome young boy
Walks alone in a wasteland
Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt
A lost and lonesome young boy
Walks alone in a wasteland
Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt
Scattered army things
Wild wide open eyes
Dead wide open eyes
Wild wide open eyes
Now and then now and then
Dead bodies now and then
Wild wide open eyes
Dead open eyes
Wild wide open eyes
Horses gaping bellies
Dead wide open eyes
Wild wide open eyes
Dead wide open eyes
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7. |
The Drowned Boy
03:06
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It was in the early springtime
All in the month of May
This young man in deep sorrow
From home went away
His parents locked in slumber
He bid his last farewell
What agony he suffered
No human tongue can tell
And he sank beneath the waves
No fathers hand to save
No mother there to guide him
He filled the watery grave
The moon in all her glory
Was shining from the sky
He started on his journey
Away from home to die
He went to the river
He stood upon the shore
And thought of home and loved ones
Whom he'd see, o, never more
He'd left two loving brothers
Friends to mourn their lost
Two broken hearted parents
Must bear the heavy cross
And the moon in all her glory
Was softly shining down
As he stood aside the river
Then he jumped in to drown
No father there to save
No mother there to save
No mother there to plead with him
He filled a watery grave
We found him in the evening
And the sun was bending low
He'd risen to the surface
And floated to the shore
We put him in his coffin
And hauled him to his grave
And laid him there to rest
And wait the Judgement day
He sank beneath the waves
No fathers hand to save
No mother near to guide him
He filled a watery grave
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8. |
The Misty Hills
03:43
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Stories have been told for years
‘bout the lone girl
Of the misty hills
She’s still up there
She cursed a man for shooting her love
He wore a shining star
She cursed him to hell but he’s back again
That white man that done her wrong
Up in the misty hills
She’s often seen
Sitting on the porch
At night her spirit joins her lover’s soul
’til the break of day
At dawn her body still asks for more
But the black cat has run away
That same night
She reminded of her lover’s arms
When they met in the dark
When they have been seen and blamed
When they’ve been spied out and chased
At dawn she saw a shining star on a white man’s chest
She said…
You can’t kill me no matter how hard you try
At dawn she saw…
She said…
I’ll be creeping all around you…
Up in the misty hills
Don’t you hear that lonesome cry?
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Jim Younger's Spirit Aix En Provence, France
Psych rock laced with blues and folk sonorities, telling dark and tragic tales infused with fuzz guitars, acid organs or weird jew’s harp. Based upon historical testimonies or fantasized, our songs are inspired by Jim Younger’s life, an almost limitless backdrop dealing with various historical subjects - Civil War, Indian Wars, social struggles…, or introspective feelings - regrets and redemption. ... more
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