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Outlaw Style

by St. Peter's Dog

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Where it began Is the same as where we are and where we stand Once was lost and now I’m still lost Could I find that peace of mind before I get downriver? Well, you can’t blame a man for trying Living on borrowed time How it goes Seems to be whichever way the wind blows Seems to me the wind is just as careless Would I trade my place in time for any other? And still be left on the vine? Living on borrowed time Here I am With my head still two feet under the sand I’m a smoking gun and invisible man Cold comfort holding onto memory And as time passed so did I Living on borrowed time Time, time, time, time, time, time, time…
2.
“That’s it, I’m quittin’ It’s all been written What’s the point of dippin’ The pen into oblivion?” He quipped, became Spirit, untamed Cast into the wild – Outlaw style Thru the sacked city Engulfed, festooned With false prophetic Doomsday buffoonery Thru the haze of the dazed Unfazed by the blaze Pass scarecrows clawing The ruins for straws and on On, onward thru the sun And on, and on, and on On, onward thru the sun We pillage, we plunder We’re put asunder Yet struck with wonder Roll with the thunder Whatcha mean we can’t Seam the opposite? Out of nothingness Something was knit Bridges crossed Conquered by moss Languages lost Scripture tossed Deemed unfit For lack of profit Man, what ever happened to The gospels according to the mystic? On, onward thru the sun And on, and on, and on On, onward thru the sun And on… Overturn the tables Raid the stables Free the horses Free, free the horses And overturn the tables Raid the stables Free the horses Free, free the horses (And on, on, onward thru the sun) And overturn the tables Raid the stables Free the horses Free, free the horses (And on, on, onward thru the sun) And overturn the tables Raid the stables Free the horses Free, free the horses And on…
3.
Living with the ghost since you’re ten years old Take the dogs and lead them out to the country Every room in the house is on fire, you get your pension though Draining every lake for the industry Evicting elder folks from the old hotel Climbing up the ladder, corporation's so proud of you now Living with your head in the clouds Living with your whole life locked into the cloud Left it on the vine beyond harvest time Wasted up the time in your history Nobody cares what you say, so go on and say it Someone left the door to conspiracy open Fogging up the skies ‘til your cows come back Leaning into a lie against the ocean Living with your head in the clouds Living with your whole life locked into the cloud Living with your head in the clouds Living with your whole life locked into the cloud
4.
So It Goes 04:23
Chop-chop! The oak that stood Centuries was downed for wood To build a fire Wood to build a fire Wood to build a… Boom-boom! The thunder rolled The whip cracked, the oxen pulled Onward Split the earth, onward Split the earth Bang-bang! The bandits rang- Out and sang in an affected twang Saddle- Up for the battle Saddle, saddle Elsewhere In the orchard The widow screams she’s been tortured At no one No one, not a soul, none No one, nada Feel it turn Feel it burn In the sand where the tide recedes Giving back what she received Plastic Coca-Cola bottles Coca-Cola The reaper said to the loon “Squeeze the glow from the moon For every Silver drop is holy Every, every” “What’s that? How’s it go?” “If you have to ask you’ll never know Nothing Never know, nothing Nothing, nada” Pretty soon Not too long Like the dusk becomes the dawn Aimless Nameless and tossed-out Forgotten and washed-out Feel it turn Feel it burn Feel it turn Feel it burn
5.
I rode into town on a donkey Hurtin’ for some midnight honky-tonky I hitched my ride and splashed the spittoon And swung on in to the ol’ saloon The piano paused upon my arrival The narrator introduced my rival The B-acting Barrel Flynn Aw, just my luck, I’m living in a… Straight to VHS Western I’m a living in a Straight to VHS Western And life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb He smashed his bottle, stomped and screamed “Why, that’s the S-O-B who stole me Caroleena!” They drug me out by the lasso And dropkicked me back to El Paso Straight to VHS Western I’m a living in a Straight to VHS Western And life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb The plot proceeded to get quite murky Something about a cactus and a wild turkey A coyote yelped at the moon And the credits won’t keep rolling so soon Straight to VHS Western I’m a living in a Straight to VHS Western And life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb Life is dumb Dumb, dumb, d-dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
6.
Down at the pound On the other side of town We found a junkyard dog In the finest regard He was living it hard All he could just to make his bone One in the sun And one with everyone Hanging outside my door When I woke up All that I saw was a rainbow We rode around On the back of a cow Or maybe was a Chevrolet It was one of those days When the Mets play the Jays And the amber’s flowing around One in the sun And one with everyone Thinking this might be my day Adios, Alligator Keep on American dreaming What a surprise Hanging under his eyes Stood the rest of my days I had to paw it to him Like I already knew him But I didn’t know what to say Please fill ‘er up To the brim of my cup And let the sunshine pour on down Thanks for the change I needed it anyway, yea Adios, Alligator Keep on American dreaming Thanks for the change I needed it anyway One more! Adios, Alligator Keep on American dreaming
7.
Babe, I’ve been bad I put all the money we had On a wish, on a shooting star far From good, good from far Living is forgiving is Giving in To love, love, love, love, oh boy Love, love, love, love Babe, don’t be sad Babe, don’t be mad I’ll dust off my coat I’ll get back in the saddle Living is forgiving is Giving in To love, love, love, love, oh boy Love, love, love, love Living is forgiving is Giving in To love, love, love, love, oh boy Love, love, love, love
8.
The ocean dreams of the space between Our bodies – sacred, salted, sweet Horizon’s bent on coming clean You know that some things never change And some things never try Still swimming in rivers and tides Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island So get yourself a piece of sky You never know your place if you never try Yesteryear just ain’t the same Late to the game is better than late to no game Some things never change And some things never try Get yourself a piece of the apple Dust off the fruit like it never fell Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island Everyone is an island
9.
The light is low atop the westward hill The lake is calm, the air is still A lonesome, silent sound Screams thru the forgotten town Things got bad, things got worse Hunger drove a crow-black hearse Up and down and all around The emptying streets in the forgotten town The kids all left for the coast On the heels of fortune’s ghost The mailboxes have all rusted brown And no one returns to the forgotten town There ain’t no moral for me to tell Once it stood then it fell They buried the dead in the ground Then salted the earth in the forgotten town
10.
(How do you do?) Get along, little doggy, get along Turns out the devil had a good side all along So take another shot of snake oil In a Stetson made of tinfoil For the long buffalo ride home What color is your horse? What color is your horse? What color is your horse? What color is your horse? On the range but out of sight Coyote crooning to the night Find yourself a fair fight Now get along Ashes, ashes for all of us Down here, destroy the omnibus The future might begin with us So get along What color is your horse? What color is your horse? What color is your horse? What color is your horse? Generations, dust to dust Preserve the old way if you must No difference still with all of us Get along From El Paso to the Yucatán The truth is hard to understand We all belong to the land So get along What color is your horse? What color is your horse? What color is your horse? What color is your horse?
11.
Going to the country Gonna leave my woes behind Going to the country Gonna get my peace of mind Gonna get myself a truck Gonna get myself a gun Going to the country The land beneath the sun So long I was wrong The city ain’t Where I belong Going to the country Where the water’s cool and clean Going to the country A dreamer’s gotta dream Gonna get myself a fishing pole Gonna build myself a boat Going to the country To rest my head and float So long I was wrong The city ain’t Where I belong So long I was wrong The city ain’t Where I belong So long I was wrong The city ain’t Where I belong

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released May 20, 2022

All songs written, arranged, recorded and produced by Matt Oleksa and Doug Graupe

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