Soundtrack To A Western Film

by Tar & Flowers

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Soundtrack To A Western Film has been the product of drunk mornings and staying up in the dark. Also, lots of cowboy movies, women and weed. Enjoy with a trip to the desert, or close your eyes and be transported there on a horse.


released May 18, 2012

Taylor Hungerford - Vocals/Guitars
Craig Amromin - Engineering/Mixing




Tar & Flowers Los Angeles, California

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Track Name: Seven Rings
When I first laid eyes on the seven rings,
Seven babes wailed in their beds.
Seven angels prepared their trumpets to sound
And seven thieves broke their bread.

As I looked toward the sinking sun,
The moon twirled as the devil played,
Saying, "Where will you go when the darkness falls?"
And seven harems came to his aid.

And I spake to my crying hun
As her veil blew about her face:
If our child be born on the seventh day,
In his difference he may find some grace.

And seven winds blew around my head.
Seven riders circled 'round.
And the seven angels came with their bows stretched taught.
And in all the land there was no sound.
Track Name: Black Crow Blues
Oh babe, don't lie lonesome after I'm gone
Don't mourn your young life away
Just lower me down with a prayer and a song
Just 'fore the breaking of day

Well, it's a life worth the living but we all gotta die
All your crying can't do me no good
Just lower me down with a quick sad goodbye
Pour in the black Texas mud
Pour in the black Texas mud

It's a hard road you're travelin', you can't walk it alone
Find a big man to stand beside you
Take him down to the river, show him my bones
Tell him there lies a friend I once knew
There lies a friend I once knew

Well, the black crow's a-screaming, the yellow sun's warm
And the grass tumbles tall down the hill
There's a cold wind building, it's bringin' a storm
When the call of the black crow goes still
When the call of the black crow goes still
Track Name: Boots Of Spanish Leather
Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing ?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona?

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin' ?

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.