David Owens [USA] – a_3. Take Off Your Armour.
Lp: Sunshine Go Lightly, 1978 - Crazy Cajun - CCLP/1065.
Cool Notes – My Tune (Version) 1984
Lovers rock y'all
Flammer Dance Band – Holder Rytme (2020)
Methodos – A4. Tin Soldier
Methodos – 1967 Kum Ba Yah (Lyntone Recordings, Uk)
Only 99 copies of this album have been released.
Only 99 copies of this album have been released.
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – ██████████ █ ██████████████ █
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Ann Reed – Can’t Be Easy (1981 Private Press)
Incredible overlooked breezer from Ann Reed. An affordable must have for any femme folk fan. Enjoy!
François Guy – Tuesday (1975 CBC Radio Canada)
Amazing mellow psych folk groover from François Guy. Enjoy!
Bruce Harvey – Shame, Shame (Shame On You)
Blistering hot rural rock.
Unknown – Desperado/Mercenary (unreleased cowboy death psych acetate)
"Adios desperado
Your shotgun days are done
They'll probably find your carcass
Bleaching in the sun
Maybe they'll blame your misspent youth
To exorcise your ghost
Maybe they'll hear your woman weep
The one you hurt the most
Adios destierro
Won't your see your like again
Si mucho peligroso
Outgrew your share of men
Eleven living legends
Hell, they thought they was fast
Eleven coffins lowered and
Eleven dead outcasts
The son of a lobo
Known only as Pablo
Bandidos dead now by unknown diablo
Adios all you outlaws
You seek out suicide
So saddle up your broncos
And take that midnight ride
You know your days are numbered
Like notches on your coat
They put a price upon your head
You've long since lost your soul
Adios, sole vaquero
Your shotgun days are done
They'll probably find your carcass
Bleaching in the sun
Your luck has found a run out
When your death has been decreed
Cashed in your chips with boots on
Last of a dyin breed "
Your shotgun days are done
They'll probably find your carcass
Bleaching in the sun
Maybe they'll blame your misspent youth
To exorcise your ghost
Maybe they'll hear your woman weep
The one you hurt the most
Adios destierro
Won't your see your like again
Si mucho peligroso
Outgrew your share of men
Eleven living legends
Hell, they thought they was fast
Eleven coffins lowered and
Eleven dead outcasts
The son of a lobo
Known only as Pablo
Bandidos dead now by unknown diablo
Adios all you outlaws
You seek out suicide
So saddle up your broncos
And take that midnight ride
You know your days are numbered
Like notches on your coat
They put a price upon your head
You've long since lost your soul
Adios, sole vaquero
Your shotgun days are done
They'll probably find your carcass
Bleaching in the sun
Your luck has found a run out
When your death has been decreed
Cashed in your chips with boots on
Last of a dyin breed "