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At Home With The Bad Cowboys

by The Bad Cowboys

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1.
Capitol Bridge It’s so cold on Capitol Bridge But there’s hope eternal, down at Barton Springs I take my break-fast at the Continental And it just don’t feel like home I take the taxi cab to K-OO-P But university life does nothing, nothing for me I get some peace from the ghosts of San Antonio But it’s just got nothing on home They say Dale Watson is so funny So I queued up and paid my money But the only joke is the chicken shit bingo And it still don’t feel like home
2.
Good Man Down Life, it's a funny thing Sometimes makes you want to cry, sometimes makes you want to sing Glass half full is the way that I think, Unless I find somebody to, get me another drink There's misery and misfortune Unfolding every day Whenever I start falling, I… …get back up and say: You can’t keep a good man down You can drag my name, all over town You can steal my car, set fire to my guitar But you'll never keep a good man down Some folks do complain all the time It's difficult to navigate through all the muck and slime Trying hard to find the reason why? Cause life is tough, and eventually you die There's misery and misfortune Unfolding every day Whenever I start falling, I… …get back up and say: You can’t keep a good man down You can drag my name, all over town You can steal my car, set fire to my guitar But you'll never keep a good man down You don't like what you're doing or where you work Everything is rubbish and everyone's a jerk Always a better option you could find But if you want to change you'd need to get off your behind There's misery and misfortune Unfolding every day Whenever I start falling, I… …get back up and say: You can’t keep a good man down You can drag my name, all over town You can steal my car, set fire to my guitar But you'll never keep a good man down
3.
Cowboys Can Spell You left me on a cold and rainy Wednesday Didn't even stop to shut the door My achin' head beginning to remember The argument we'd had the night before We'd started off by drinking some tequila Decided we would play a game or two Now scrabble letters thrown across the floorboards Spelling out the end for me and you SORRY, is what I'm feelin' STUPID, is what I am REGRET, deep inside of me I'm a REJECTED Man Consoled myself by cleaning up the kitchen Your biscuit crumbs still scattered on the side The pain in my head stops me thinking clearly Can't tell if that's tequila or my pride It's been 2 months, 4 days and 13 hours Marooned as I lay in our king-size bed It 4:14am and I'm not sleeping All those words still going through my head SORRY, is what I'm feelin' STUPID, is what I am REGRET, deep inside of me I'm a REJECTED Man
4.
That’s OK With Me Maybe you're an alien, from another planet If you were on a TV show, they probably would ban it Maybe you think it's OK, to act just like you do Your sociopathic tendencies, constantly on view Maybe your charisma, looks better from a far Maybe you're really smart just like you tell us that you are Maybe deep down you lack, the confidence to act, like A normal human being instead you talk out of your hat If you were paid for being nice, you'd owe me quite a lot Maybe you woke this morning with a house full of dry rot Maybe your package arrived late, maybe your food is out of date Maybe you mean well deep down but fail to communicate I know what you're thinking, I'm thinking it too I've never met anyone, quite like you It staggering to me, and everyone around Your actions are overt, fundamentally unsound Your feelings are demonstrable, (for everyone to see) I'm not your favourite person and that's, OK with me Some may accuse me of a lack of empathy But a mutual understanding needs both parties to agree I guess I could be tolerant, and watch the things I say But even if I did you wouldn't notice anyway Maybe you just don't look, people in the eye Genuinely don't have time to say "hello" or "goodbye" Maybe you’re not actually, staring right at me You might be thinking hard about what you've got planned for tea Maybe it's not your problem, and there's someone else to blame But all the people that I know seem to think just the same I know what you're thinking, I'm thinking it too I've never met anyone, quite like you It staggering to me, and everyone around Your actions are overt, fundamentally unsound Your feelings are demonstrable, (for everyone to see) I'm not your favourite person and that's, OK with me
5.
Super 03:12
Super You used to be impressed by all the things that I could do I'd always be in time to save the day One dark and rainy night, I was embroiled in a fight While you were making plans to fly away When we met the planet seemed so different The light from stars a billion years ago Shone down on you and me, it wasn't just astronomy But now they're just a dim and distant glow Remember when you used to call me super Until that day you found somebody new Succumbed by his charms, you fell right into his arms And the fact he was a superhero too I'm out saving the City, at least 11 times a day Skyscrapers look the same down this old street Another unique man, another evil masterplan So many Super Villains to defeat Remember when you used to call me super Until that day you found somebody new Succumbed by his charms, you fell right into his arms And the fact he was a superhero too My laser vision means that I just, see you all the time My photographic memory recalls, when you once were mine My powers are all useless now, Rorschach I feel black I'm pretty sure that you're not coming back I think my superhero days are over Attempts to reconcile, you just ignore I've had so many fights, now I've hung my cape and tights My heart is just not in it anymore Remember when you used to call me super Until that day you found somebody new Succumbed by his charms, you fell right into his arms And the fact he was a superhero too I guess you measure things by each degree I guess you think he's more super than me
6.
Still Workin’ I'm in trouble, again, and this time I'm in over my head I seeing double, again, with all the crazy things that I said Such a long, long time, and you're disinclined, with all those things still carrying on, I would talk to you, like I always do, but now I think the moment has gone Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you I open my mouth but words don't come out, I don't know what more I can do Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you I try to call you, again, to see if I can make things alright Could I enthrall you, again. There's so much that I want to rewrite Baby can't you see, it will always be, so different the next time around I need one more chance, take a different stance We've still got time to regain lost ground Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you I open my mouth but the words just don't come out, I don't know what more I can do Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you I'm don't mean to be unkind But words are so very hard to find Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you I open my mouth but words don't come out, I don't know what more I can do Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
7.
Your Band 03:18
Your Band With cooler songs than mine, your drummer plays in time Guitarist knows of all the chords, he's been on some famous records Your lyrics have more depth, stage presence is adept Compared to me, compared to me Your keyboard player's cool, he went to music school Your amps have all got covers, and your PA's brand new too Nerves never play a part, you're committed to your art Compared to me, compared to me I wish I could be in your band I wish I was more like you I'd even be happy to drive your van I'd feel more complete and stop searching for something new The bass player's got groove, I watch his fingers move Always on time for all your shows, even co-ordinate your clothes You've got a guitar tech, you get time to sound check Compared to me, compared to me You play gigs every night, your band are really tight You always stand up when you sing, you never seem to break a string You've memorised the words, your fans arrive in herds Compared to me, compared to me I wish I could be in your band I wish I was more like you I'd even be happy to drive your van I'd feel more complete and stop searching for something new If we had fiddle player, this middle section's where they'd play And now we have a fiddle player So we'll just carry on, and strum through the chords anyway I wish I could be in your band I wish I was more like you I'd even be happy to drive your van I'd feel more complete and stop searching for something new
8.
11:45 04:48
11:45 Dark clouds filled the sky, tumbleweed rolled though Signalling the entrance of the stranger Where had he travelled from? What was he here to do? A sense of deep foreboding danger A stoney grimace on his face, a mean look in his eyes No one dared affect his dander A trusty steed was not required, but that was no surprise He turned up in a Fiat Panda The townsfolk stood in silence The stranger they'd just met It would never be the same again That day they won't forget The townsfolk aghast Some of the women cried You can take away our hopes and dreams And eventually you'll take away our pride He said I'm here to make, some changes to this place Who claims to be in charge should walk away I hung my head, I shuffled back, tried to avoid his gaze But he saw me anyway I said at High Noon we must meet, I had to make a stand I knew it's what I had to do He said he was quite busy, with meeting he'd pre-planned And could I make it quarter to The townsfolk stood in silence The stranger they'd just met It would never be the same again That day they won't forget The townsfolk aghast Some of the women cried You can take away our hopes and dreams And eventually you'll take away our pride At 11:45am, we stood there face to face Townsfolk lined the car park, with no sound A single shot rang out, the bullet's lightning pace I clutched my side and fell down to the ground Considering my future laying on the floor in fear With dignity and grace he walked away It’s probably quite difficult to find a new career So I’m still working there today
9.
Disasterata 04:50
Disasterata Everyone shouts louder than everybody else Everyone is listening to nobody but themselves The picture we’re all painting is so far from real life That just flashes by unseen while we’re all living for the likes Tender hearts are broken in a single swipe Meanwhile the pool we’re fishing in gets smaller all the time A little bit too choosy, and you’ve left it far too late Too busy seeking Mr.Right (now) you are out of date Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world. Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world. It’s still a beautiful world. Fifty’s the new forty, thirty is seventeen If you’re in your twenties then you’re somewhere in between Everything’s replaceable, if you get my drift Fake tanning, and enhancing, nip and tuck and lift Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world. Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world. It’s still a beautiful world. Politicians shapeshift into ballroom dancers More likely to score a straight ten than to give you a straight answer Deep, in the desert, they kill with such brutality They’re wearing United shirts, don’t see the irony Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world. Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world. It’s still a beautiful world. A beautiful world, a beautiful world? A beautiful world, a beautiful world?
10.
Street 02:46
Street Went down to TH Sperrings, I think was 16 They used to stock 12 inches, as well as magazines One day I do remember, such an unlikely store I picked up a white label, featuring Gary Moore, it was in... Street - Cycling home from Crispin school Pouring rain had soaked me through Felt happiness so true, I was in... Street - Going tracking up Street Hill An unmitigated thrill There's a big hole there still, and it's in… Street Sitting in my bedroom, in Green Lane Avenue Top 40 on the radio, my brother was their too A portable tape recorder, for taping off the charts We'd make sure we were quiet, when the music starts, we were in... Street - We had no internet We had vinyl or cassette Colin Webber's the outlet, he was in… Street - Fishing in the River Brue We went swimming in their too Used to manufacture shoes, right there in… Street There was a CB Disco, every Friday night Crispin Hall was rockin', there rarely was a fight The Interstate Roadshow would turn up and play the hits We'd wait for ACDC then go and get some chips, that was in... Street - There's not much it's famous for An amphibious dinosaur I wonder if they keep the bones in… Street - Twinned with Isny Im Allgau A town that's probably wonderful But it's not where I was born, that was in... Street Every generation, thinks theirs was the best Reminiscing 'bout the good old days, better than the rest Accused of being biased, about my habitat? Is it misty eyed nostalgia? No! It really was that! It was in... Street, la la la la la la la, I come from Street, la la la la la la la, Was born in Street, la la la la la la la, I come from Street!
11.
Living The Lie I lied, when I told you I’d be home The working day had been slow, I went to a casino I lied, when I said I liked your friends You said that they liked sharing, I found them overbearing I lied, and it wasn't my first time And it won't be the last I'm just Living the lie But everyone's believing it, so why would I stop feeding it I'm just Living the lie I'm sure there's implications on my health But I'm beginning to believe it all myself I lied, when I had my interview My CV was impressive, borderline obsessive I lied, when I said I'd paid the bills I had to meet a loan shark, in a public car park I lied, and it wasn't my first time And it won't be the last I'm just Living the lie But everyone's believing it, so why would I stop feeding it I'm just Living the lie I'm sure there's implications on my health But I'm beginning to believe it all… One day you said you'd had enough: time to admit defeat Could not continue living in a world of pure deceit I said that I could change and we could give it one more try But we both knew that wasn't true It was just another lie I'm just Living the lie But everyone's believing it, so why would I stop feeding it I'm just Living the lie A mountain near impossible to climb The lies they just get bigger all the time I'm sure there's implications on my health But I'm beginning to believe it all myself
12.
Driving To Chelmsford We set off on our journey, in an optimistic mood The dawning sunrise emanates, with the sky imbued We talk about the day ahead, and TV that we've viewed - That we've viewed Fill up with some diesel, and put Zappa on CD We start to make our way, towards the 303 I still don't know all of the words, to Cosmik Debris - Cosmik Debris Driving to Chelmsford again Roy's in the front, Jeff's in the back, we call ourselves good friends Driving to Chelmsford again We've still got 90 miles to go, the traffic's moving mighty slow But we left pretty early though, so we should be there by ten Jeff's feeling mild discomfort so we thought we take a break I bought a muffin and some coffee that was a mistake It's far too hot to drink and we do not have time to wait - No time to wait On the M25 it must be cool enough to try I spill it down my shirt, of myself I do decry But my shirt is dark blue so it won't stain when it gets dry - When it gets dry Driving to Chelmsford again Roy's in the front, Jeff's in the back, we call ourselves good friends Driving to Chelmsford again We've still got 50 miles to go, the traffic's moving mighty slow But we left pretty early though, so we should be there by ten I think we're nearly there, but my hopes are misconstrued There's still another junction before we can cut through Existence seems to slow down as we move between the two - Between the two Finally turn off the A414 to Harlow Must be the right direction, 'cause the signs say Felixstowe That viaduct replacement, when they'll finish I don't know - I don't know Driving to Chelmsford again Roy's in the front, Jeff's in the back, we call ourselves good friends Driving to Chelmsford again We've still got 20 miles to go, the traffic's moving mighty slow But we left pretty early though, so we should be there by ten
13.
Not sure I'll make it on my own The world has got on top on me It's not like how it used to be Everything has changed and not for good I try to remain positive I thought I had a lot to give But now I think I was misunderstood I don't want to get out of bed Listening to Radiohead Any thoughts of hope this will negate I'm staying up into the night I'm drinking more, not eating right At least now maybe I might lose some weight I'm slipping under I feel like I am sinking like a stone I need some assistance I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own People ask if I'm OK That I don't look myself today The rumors spreading around town are rife The irony's not visible My friends all say I'm miserable But I say I've been like that all my life My blood pressure is getting low The day's events move by so slow Dizziness my head has come upon I'm watching rubbish on TV The strangest programmes that I've see But that could be the tablets that I'm on I'm slipping under I feel like I am sinking like a stone I need some assistance I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own I'm slipping under I feel like I am sinking like a stone I need some assistance I don't think that I'll make it on my own I need an angel to descend A helping hand I need a lend To pull me free, from this world of doubt A forecast for a thunder storm They say it's darkest before dawn I'm not looking through the window to find out I'm slipping under I feel like I am sinking like a stone I need some assistance I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own I'm slipping under I feel like I am sinking like a stone I need some assistance I don't think that I'll make it on my own I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own I don't think that I'll make it on my….Own!
14.
Everything’s Weird Today Wake up, to hear, the sound of my alarm But it's just a dream confounding me 'cause Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today I leave, the house, but did I shut the door Go back make sure I shut the door some more, yes Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today On Days like these I wish I'd stayed in bed Can't reconcile the contents of my head Shipwrecked, an apostle lost at sea Everything seems weird, or is it me? I drive, my car, the Radio comes on My head's already playing the same song, 'cause Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today The roads, all closed, whichever way I go Timely destination hopes are low, yes Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today On Days like these I wish I'd stayed in bed Can't reconcile the contents of my head Shipwrecked, an apostle lost at sea Everything seems weird, or is it me? How could that be? Normal life has found an absentee I'm off, to bed - 11:35 I'd like to say it's been a lovely day, but Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today On Days like these I wish I'd stayed in bed Can't reconcile the contents of my head Shipwrecked, an apostle lost at sea Everything seems weird, or is it me?

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released September 18, 2016

Produced by The Bad Cowboys
Photography by Mike Robinson

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The Bad Cowboys Glastonbury, UK

Veterans of the Glastonbury music scene, Steve Bilsborough & John Carroll have developed a unique sound with diverse influences including New Wave, Country, and Pop! Their close harmonies and catchy tunes are full of poignant, satirical and sometimes humorous lyrics with obscure subject matter such as: Bin Day, the local bus route, and Shed ownership,. ... more

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