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Prodigy
02:14
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Owl Train
03:55
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She said she came
from outer backwoods
Raised among
some trunks of trees
She had no goods
in any pocket
She travelled with
the roving breeze
Once I met her
Telling bedtime stories
On a corner
of an owl train
All abreast
I swear I felt her
falling
then I got south
and she got west
She lived away
from every country
but talked about
another's land
She was the portrait
of a sailor
that never found
the hidden pearl
Once I met her
Telling bedtime stories
On a corner
of an owl train
All abreast
I swear I felt her
falling
then I got south
and she got west
then I got south
and she got west
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3. |
Back to Badlands
04:43
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We have a little boathouse on a parched hill
where the river once was
Left remains of a living
and the forms the sun draws
We raised a little place from the cradle
where the water moved slow
where the leaves couldn’t stand still
but the river lost flow
We had a little boathouse on a bright hill
that we used to call home
Left the keys on the table
When I found myself lone
We raised a little place from the cradle
where the water moved slow
where the leaves couldn’t stand still
but the river lost flow
We raised a little place from the cradle
where the water moved slow
where the leaves couldn’t stand still
but the river lost flow
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Dr. Whiskey
03:23
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Driving down a road in New Orleans
I passed a house of games and bids
Hoped to find a man to pay my whims
I made my way and took the risk
He got so wild
He’s taken all the money
that I had won
I got so high
Now he’s taken all the money
that I had won
That I had won...
Running to the doctor I felt so sick
Got a bottle of whiskey
and a bruise on my knee
Hoped to find a man to pay my whims
I made my way and took the risk
He got so wild
He’s taken all the money
that I had won
I got so high
Now he’s taken all the money
that I had won
That I had won...
Driving down a road in New Orleans
I passed a house of games and bids
Hoped to find a man to fill this hole
I killed myself
Then he killed my soul
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Badlands Valencia, Spain
"If it was never new, and it never gets old, then it's a folk song". Bajo esta premisa nace Badlands, un proyecto que, como reza este antiguo adagio, es viejo y nuevo a la vez. En activo desde Mayo del 2014, es una formación joven en espíritu pero anclada a las raíces más profundas del country y del bluegrass. ... more
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