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Rated Member Rating by Dharmabatteries on 08/04/2006

The dusty plea of a condemned man, this song has Vetiver at the height of thier alt-country reverence. It's sad, but it's a lonesome crowded western sadness, a sadness knows that it's leavin tomorrow and don't know when it'll be back around this town (never seems to be the answer, considering he's a murderer). Rife with card-playing and other cowboy-reminiscent (this is cowboy in the western gothic vein, the Searchers, not Gunsmoke) imagery, this song would have had a prominent lap steel part in Nashville or on "I'm Wide Awake", but for now Vetiver is content to flirt with country while remaining firmly entrenched in the so-called Freak Folk scene.
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Lyrics

Maria, please don't leave me now, I need ya.
I'm a wanted, there's nowhere I can go.
My hope's turned down, my luck's spun-round and left me.
No, I didn't see it comin', but oh I'm watchin' it go.

So I chose the company of those who don't need redemption.
Took a new name, mostly to fool my friends.
Swore-off the days when I had to count on others.
'Cause courtin' the life means countin' your days 'til the end.

I made enemies of those who might defend me.
Barter with men liable to do me in.
Snakin' my way as deals would make you wonder;
what kinda heaven are these killers dyin' to win?

Did I lose my way?
Or did I just play the cards the way the dealer gave them to me?
I tried not to regret, the things that I've done yet.
I know no pardon headed for the guilty.

Some games you play to win, well you lose.
Sometimes your dealt, you don't get to choose.
Some guns get drawn but you don't need to use them.
Some try and die before their troubles began.

Oh but I, Oh but I
I seemed to have it all.
I had the women.
I had the law by my side.

I climbed so high, the sky dropped down to teach me
How to lay low to keep my ear to the ground.

I'll get caught one day, least that's what they say.
Red hands are but a killer's way of tryin'.
Don't ask me to confess, my peace will come on rest.
Confessin's just an honest way of lyin'.

My nerves are tangled and I'm cursed with the fear of knowin'.
No alibis or ties left to keep me goin'
No alibis or ties left to keep me goin'
No alibis or ties left to keep me goin'.

 

Album Details

  • Year: 2006
  • Label: Dicristina Stairbuilders
  • Producer:
  • Musicians: Andy Cabic

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