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Call of the West

Since I’ve got hooked back into Wall of Voodoo, I though I’d look up one of my favorite songs, Call of the West.

He got the high sign so he jumped a bus, along the roads that wind on through
the hot Mojave and the Jericho, he’d start his whole life anew.
And what he’d left behind he hadn’t valued half as much as some things he never knew.

Right around sundown…

He got dropped off on a street in town where a grey old man looked him up and down and said,
“Son this ain’t no western movie matinee and you’re a long way off from yippee yi yay
’cause i can tell at a glance you’re not from ’round these parts.

Got a green look about ya, and that’s a gringo for starts.
Sometimes the only things a western savage understands
are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man like you.

“So you gotta kill on the move.
Don’t let that pretty picture fool you!”

And then the old-timer pulled him close and said,
“You’ve come a long way, i know. You got a longer drive ahead.
Through the bones of the buffalo, through the claims of the western dead and
just like the spokes of a wheel you’ll spin ’round with the rest.
You’ll hear the drums and the brush of steel,
you’ll hear the call of the west, call of the west
you’ll hear the call of the west, call of the west”

(spoken) Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light caliber rifle fire followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle, but you can’t close off the wilderness. He heard the snick of a rifle bolt and found himself staring down the muzzle of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner.

“There’s a conflict,” he said. “There’s a conflict between land and people… the people have to go. They’ve come all the way out here to make mining claims, to do automobile body work, to gamble, to take pictures, to not have to do laundry, to own a mini-bike, to have their own cb radios and air conditioning, good plumbing for sure, and to sell Time-Life books and to work in a deli!

“To have some chili every morning and maybe… maybe to own their own gas stations again and to take drugs and have some crazy sex. But above all, above all to have a fair shake, to get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie and to spit out the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face!”

Now from the high timber lines to the deserts dry who’ll risk dangling on some hangman’s tree?
To stake their claims on these prairie plains, while they say this lunch is not had for free?
Just like the spokes of a wheel who’ll spin ’round with the rest?
They’ll hear the drums and the brush of steel
and i’ll hear the call of the west, call of the west (yippee yi yo, yippee yi yo yi ye, yippee yi yo…)
i’ll hear the call of the west / call of the west
(yippee yi yo, yippee yi yo yi ye, yippee yi yo…)
i’ll hear the call of the west / call of the west
(yippee yi yo, yippee yi yo yi ye, yippee yi yo…)
i’ll hear the call of the west / call of the west
(yippee yi yo, yippee yi yo yi ye, yippee yi yo…)
i’ll hear the call of the west / call of the west
(yippee yi yo, yippee yi yo yi ye, yippee yi yo…)

(“I USED TO BE SOMEBODY!! I USED TO BE SOMEBODY, DO YOU HEAR ME!? I… I”VE BEEN THERE! I USED TO BE SOMEBODY, GODDAMN YOU!! I’VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!! DON’T WALK AWAY!!”)

(You wanted unleaded? Thats the next pump over…)

The Mob Goes WILD, WILD, WILD!

From 2004′s Blast Tyrant, a big fave from Clutch. Lyrics:

Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good time dance
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance

Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand’s been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother’s doorstep.

Condoleeza Rice is nice, but I prefer A-Roni.
And that man on the T.V. who speaks to the dead, you know that man’s a phony.
Everybody move to Canada and smoke lots of pot.
Everybody move to Canada right now. Here’s how we do it:
Bum rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother’s doorstep.

My Top Music Picks

Rebuilding my fauxPod and loading more music from Windows Media Player and thought I’d share a few of my five starred tunes. When I get some real internet access I’ll add some links.

- Baby I Love You (Just Leave Me The Fuck Alone): The Yayhoos. Heard it on the end credits to an otherwise horror movie called “Slither” and it captured my heart.

- Nighttime: Elk City. Beautiful song. I don’t know who the sultry voiced singer is but this song brings me chicken skin every time.

- 39 Lashes: The Cows. Sounds like a punk band being lashed with guitar strings… still attached to the guitar!

- A History Of Drunks: Melvins. A touching story about true love found via an aborted suicide and attempted murder. Kinda tugs on the strings donit?

- Circle Of Power: Soundgarden. As far as I know its Hiro Yamamoto’s only attempt at singing lead. He almost pulls it off…

- Big Fat Pig: Clutch. A moving combination of funk, rock, religion, nursery rhymes and Frank Zappa.

- Astronomy Domine: Pink Floyd. IMHO PF’s best work was their first and this is their first track. This is the song that showcases the 60s for me. A video from a 1967 British show, the commentator is clueless…

- Fistful Of Amphetamines: Cadillac Hitmen. Southwestern surf rock. I can easily imagine these folks jammin’ in the desert and pissing off the Gila Monsters. (can’t seem to find a link…)

Enough for now… Like I said, I’ll track down some links next time I get some WiFi. I CAN blog from my cellphone, just barely.

What Am I Hearing?

Maybe a new thing for this lingering blog. Here’s three from the Minneapolis based Cows on the Amphetamine Reptile label. If you like loud primitive punk tunes, this stuff is for you. It’s been said of the Cows: "…a blazing wall of distortion that was punk rock at its crudest; a feral racket that sounded as if the guitars were being played with metal files." Might be a weird music selection for an old forty-ish trucker driver, but I’m feeling weird today…

As always, these and many more tunes can be had for cheap at Emusic.com.

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