Texas Desperado

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Vintage54

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« on: November 28, 2014, 09:47:11 PM »

        I wrote this with Townes van Zandt in mind, and paulski, cause i know he likes a joyful song.

                                  Texas Desperado
 
              Just like a free flowing river
              You found it hard to stand still
              You had a hunger inside you
              That no easy chair could fill
              You'd untie your boots for the ladies
              But you'd never unpack
              And just when they thought that they'd tamed you
              You'd walk and you'd never look back

              You walked the high wire with no safety
              Both ends of the candle were burned
              You pushed your luck with each throw of the dice
              And with every card that you turned
              You were high on a line most of the time
              Or high on a bottle of booze
              You found too many blues in the real world
              I suppose they helped you to lose

              Trying to find ways to describe you
              It's hard to know where to begin
              You were a poet and you were an outlaw
              Who never turned himself in

              Your weapons of choice were a six string guitar
              And a voice like a lonesome blues harp
              And some songs that could kill just like bullets
              That you delivered straight to the heart
              And you were afraid of closing your eyes
              Cause that's when the demons would call
              And all of your sweet dreams were stampeded
              When the nightmares kicked down the wall

              Trying to find ways to describe you
              It's hard to know where to begin
              You were a poet and you were an outlaw
              Who never turned himself in

              And you never lost the charisma
              Even when your best days were through
              You'd walk in a room like a magnet
              And the hypnotised eyes followed you
              But your stride was beginning to shorten
              And the hard living finally caught up
              But even then you had to play one more hand
              Till finally you ran out of luck

              Trying to find ways to describe you
              It's hard to know where to begin
              You were a poet and you were an outlaw
              Who never turned himself in.




         

Neil C

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« Reply #1 on: November 28, 2014, 11:36:59 PM »
Vintage, If i wore one I'd raise my hat to you.
Top stuff
 :)
Neil
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Vintage54

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« Reply #2 on: November 28, 2014, 11:42:44 PM »

        Thanks man!
           Let me buy you a hat.

                             Vintage54

                       

Paulski

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« Reply #3 on: November 29, 2014, 12:59:25 AM »
Top notch once again Vintage!
Love some of those near rhymes - the ladies/tamed you - who'd-a-thought of that besides you!
And it's one metaphor after another - I'm lucky if I can think of one per song!
From your intro though I was hoping for a happy ending - should have known better  ;D ;D
Paul

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« Reply #4 on: November 29, 2014, 05:07:46 PM »

 HEY VINTAGE


 got it all going on in this stunning lyric

 its great when you read a lyric and the story just comes off the page
 a good beginning / middle / and end you did this so well  ( PAT ON THE BACK )

 some very very clever lines in here
 and you have a real nice way of putting your words
 that give the read a little something special

      a lovely lyric to be proud of well done
      look forward to hearing this

                tony

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« Reply #5 on: November 29, 2014, 06:08:18 PM »

the order the description
all fantastic

i enjoy it
good job :)
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richardvocal

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« Reply #6 on: November 29, 2014, 06:44:45 PM »
Cracking song Vintage. Seems churlish to pick any holes in such a good lyric, but I wonder of you could have varied the 'trying to find ways...' with two new lines on the second time around.

That would. of course, involve finding two new ways to describe someone we already decided is hard to describe. Nonetheless, it's the nearest thing to a flaw I can see in the whole of this gorgeous piece so I thought I'd flag it up.

Otherwise, as I said, cracking  :)

lillypilly

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« Reply #7 on: December 01, 2014, 06:18:48 PM »
This is great even sung it off the page as reading