My newest song is finished! Heres a rough demo of Lost Dutchmans Mine ••• Look for it on my next album! - Martin Farrell Music Down in the Superstition Mountains all alone I ride lost outside of Phoenix town single action by my side and Im sensin eyes upon me I hear trackers through the night my Mommas half Apache but my Daddy turned me white and raised me right Ill be fine by dawn and ridin through this desert ghost town in the sun but for now Ill be restless on the run Im on my way, pickin up the pieces of a broken yesterday but its okay, no one gonna tell me what to do or what to say my lessons learned I aint concerned Im headin for that mine up in the sky oh I could die to see the things that I could buy Jacob with his dying words he sang to me the song he heard and every flute and drum was made of gold its what he told ... My horse is beat his tired feet are draggin through the sun Weavers Needle comin into view yes its the one and I left my home and family I gave my wife a gun been out here for sixty days and stayin til Im done, til Ive won. Legend it is told, fifty mile vein of quartz and gold wish that I could stay until Im old Im on my way, pickin up the pieces of a broken yesterday but its okay, no one gonna tell me what to do or what to say prospectin the land Im pannin rivers with black sand and mountains thought to be too high for this old green horn to step foot upon, workin through the day, if I strike big Ill move away and turn my life into a fairy tale of old filled with gold ... Then one night a dream I had I seen a shining star, an angel came out from the caves and said that You aint far, but I Tell you once before I go that treasures got a guard rattlesnakes and acid lakes, intrepid fierce and hostile men with scars Ill just search the same, my vision guiding me unto the burning flame. I guess all the folks will know my name Im on my way, pickin up the pieces of a broken yesterday but its okay, no one gonna tell me what to do or what to say Wake at last to a shadow hangin over me I barely see the hatchet being driven through my skull they left my body, legends say, head was found ten miles away and my baby shes still waitin for me cold, gettin old ... -MF 2014
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 16:35:07 +0000
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