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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…)

Lost Weekend

Dropped one load, picked up another: A wheel loader going to the Dundalk terminal in Baltimore. For some reason I can’t deliver til Wednesday (don’t know why) so I got a long time to get where I’m going. I figure I’ll just stop here in CO and sit out Saturday, getting a 34 hour break in and getting cauight up on various things. Like cleaning out my truck!

Tomorrow, it will be breakfast at the buffet at the Flying J. It not the greatest place to eat but it’s cheap and the food is good enough. And then I’ll sit about, maybe work on the blog, twitter a bit and work on my thumb twiddling.  Oh and nap… I like to nap. Another Lost Weekend.

Driving out of Vegas in their automobile
she was in the backseat while he was at the wheel with the windows wide open.
All the money from the store they’d gambled away,
he said, “the best laid plans often .. go astray.”
She took the page of her book and turned it down,
she lit a cigarette, she didn’t make a sound.
“And I know if we’d had just one more chance,” he said.
“I know, we’d finally hit the big one at last,” she said.

(Chorus) instead of another lost weekend / lost weekend
another lost weekend / lost weekend

“Pull over soon,” she said, “it’s no big deal,
you can take any exit that you happen to feel is the right one. The right … one.”
As she slowly blew her smoke out of the rear wind vent,
she thought back on all the letters she’d sent for a contest to be on a quiz game show.
“Maybe I shoulda stayed in school,” he said.
“Yeah, I know. Start your own business cleaning swimming pools,” she said,

(chorus 2x)

She leaned forward over the front seat and twiddled with the radio dial,
she looked out the window, saw a sign and both of them began to smile…
“There’s a place we could stay at! It’s up another mile…”

Here’s a nice pic for you. I’ve had this Hibiscus plant in by backyard for two years now. It’s still flowering and stil very pretty: