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The Ranch Sessions

by Markus Sommer

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I'm stuck behind a mirror and the other side ain't clearer But I'm three feet shorter than the wall I'd like to climb Said I'm tired, of living like some old empty kitchen and my hands are torn, rubbing the stress off of my face In any case Chorus: Goodnight home, goodnight ecstasy, and to old love lost and ancient poetry Goodnight moon, and to bright lights still shining, and to old love lost and ancient poetry V2: And I feel like a broken bird in the dead sea, no land in sight just the waves and me But I'm healing a short time before I drown I'm still a ship short of displaying my golden crown And my eyes are worn, from prolonged salted sun gaze In any case Chorus
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The wealthy and have always been the cattle barons Making money off the backs, off the backs of horses While boss man's got his prime cuts and porters and wine The cowhands eating ketchup soup for 3 courses And Messy was one of the crew, to saddle mounts before daybreak He was born with boiler in his gut, and rage in my hands To say he had stars in his eyes, would be an understatement It was closer to brimstone and fire So when he pitched his plan, and dawned his colt to make his final stand The piss poor gang he'd gathered, threw in with lust and ire Didn't matter they was green for bandits, they're greed was what counted They were one more body between the law and us Plans were good, as far as rustling goes, it was mighty trusty Should've been an easy job, should've been the last one 'Cept we got ambushed by the lawmen, badges glistened in the moon glow Time has come to do or die guess someone pulled a fast one Slugs cut holes through the midnight sky, paint a palomino red I prayed for the first time that night And as for Mess, I watched him fall, clutching to the remnants of a dream He'd never see the riches he planned, died with a only a lucky penny in his jeans I felt a tear, and yet a smile the moment that he left us His heart weighed more than prized bull we stole, still he'd never find peace He bled out not far from where he was birthed, he'd die just like his daddy did There's something there about a father, an apple and a tree
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If I turned snow white, for every scar on my hide, you'd swear I look just like December and heart would be torn, forgotten and worn, sad and slightly dismembered it's all how you walk, say less when you're talkin', is how a man is measured But cowboys don't cry, I heard in a line, so just tip your hat and say it's been a pleasure Chorus: I've got a good one, waiting at home She ain't much look at, I know We've had our fights, I've cussed her some nights, But she's always right there in the morning We don't say much, but she's soft to the touch, if I'm lucky to catch her at all She's a hard working woman, she gets the job done, despite all my flaws Sometimes she's moody, a little unruly, she can even be a real handful Even when she's having fun, out in the sun, with her ears straight back to the cantle

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released June 26, 2020

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Markus Sommer Ponoka, Alberta

Calling central Alberta home, writing songs and shoeing horses.

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