Murders, Romance, Beautiful Cowgirls, Handsome Cowboys, Wild Childhoods, and a Robot Cyborg Cowboy build for love by a mad Scientist called Dr Nova Kane…

Make Mine Country 𐚁 ⋆.ೃ࿔ ݁ ˖*

Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version 🇨🇱

"Hey y'all, I'm Doctor Nova Kane, you ready for a little bit of mad science? Ha Haaaaa!"

Well, I stole a good man's heart from a junkyard queen,
Colt 45 for a spine so he’d stand tall and lean.
Nerves of iron, but I left one spot bare—
Just a little weakness for when I’m standin’ there.

I gave him legs so he could take me dancin',
Strong arms but gentle hands for romancin'.
Built him smooth, but I kept him keen—
Now he’s my Frankenstein in faded blue jeans.

A Red Hot Son-of-a-Gun! .°˖⋆ ⚡︎𐚁⚡︎ .°˖⋆

Beneath the wheaten waves, we make our home,  
Where golden stalks once whispered to the sky.  
Now thunder shakes the earth as steel beasts roam,  
To strip the fields their hunger to allay.  

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

They reap such wealth! A feast beyond our ken, 
While we, with crumbs, outlast the frost’s dagger sting.  
What gluttony demands vast tracts of grain?  
A single ear could birth a mouse’s spring!

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

Yet - still they carve the land with ravenous scythes,  
As if each kernel un-full-fills some endless void?  
If they but paused to spare what greed persuades,  
Their hands, like ours, might find a kinder mode!

We nibble time; they feast on fleeting years—  
The earth grows thin, and fat with human fears.

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

We nibble time; they feast on fleeting years—  
The earth grows thin, and fat with human fears.

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

We nibble time; they feast on fleeting years—  
The earth grows thin, and fat with human fears.

Field Mouse Blues ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, 
  The road is forlorn all day, 
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, 
  And the hoof-prints vanish away. 
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
  Expend their bloom in vain. 
Come over the hills and far with me, 
  And be my love in the rain. 

The birds have less to say for themselves 
  In the wood-world’s torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves, 
  Although they are no less there: 
All song of the woods is crushed like some 
  Wild, easily shattered rose. 
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
  Where the boughs rain when it blows. 

There is the gale to urge behind 
  And bruit our singing down, 
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind 
  From which to gather your gown.    
What matter if we go clear to the west, 
  And come not through dry-shod? 
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast 
  The rain-fresh goldenrod. 

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells   
  But it seems like the sea’s return 
To the ancient lands where it left the shells 
  Before the age of the fern; 
And it seems like the time when after doubt 
  Our love came back amain.      
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout 
  And be my love in the rain.

Be My Love In The Rain: Cowgal ⋆.ೃ࿔ 𐚁 ⛈ ݁ ˖*༄

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done,
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
"That fellow's got to swing."

[CHORUS]
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
Some kill their love when they are young,
 And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
 Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
 The dead so soon grow cold.

[BRIDGE]
Some love too little, some too long,
 Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
 And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
 Yet each man does not die.

[VERSE]
He does not die a death of shame
 On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
 Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
 Into an empty place

[OUTRO]
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Oh yes, my son, 
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man
WITH A SWORD!

Reddin' Jail pt.1 - The Prisoner 𐚁𐂺⊹₊ ⋆

sweet escape

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

Crimes (Dancing Now)

Float / A Million Reasons Why

A Million Reasons Why

Mezcal

i just want to dance

talk

Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek (20th Anniversary Remaster)

The song tells about a hero who remains unnoticed by the world but possesses inner strength and mystery. His silent glance and actions break barriers and inspire the elements. He seeks no fame but carries a fire within. The song blends light and darkness, reflecting the complexity of the human soul. It is an anthem of true resilience and inner heroism.

Песня рассказывает о герое, который остаётся незаметным для окружающих, но обладает внутренней силой и тайной. Его тихий взгляд и поступки рушат преграды и вдохновляют стихии. Он не стремится к славе, но живёт с огнём внутри. В песне сочетаются свет и тьма, отражая сложность человеческой души. Это гимн истинной стойкости и внутреннего героизма.

A Red Hot Son-of-a-Gun! .°˖⋆ ⚡︎𐚁⚡︎ .°˖⋆

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