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Theme from an imaginary western (Jack Bruce theme, singed by the late Felix Pappalardi with Mountain in Woodstock)‏


La imagen no es del grupo Mountain (sin "s")
liderado por el gran Leslie West,
sino de Joe Cocker,
la grabación al parecer
tampoco corresponde a Woodstock
sino a una grabación en vivo anterior.

Pero para todos los efectos, sirve ig

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  1. Lyrics for another theme for an imaginary western


    The imaginary cowboy

    lives in an imaginary estate

    surrounded by imaginary deserts

    at the edge of imaginary rivers



    Within the imaginary main street

    hangs an old imaginary outlaw

    an irreparable imaginary neck

    representing imaginary offenses

    occurred in imaginary films

    in an imaginary Far West.



    At imaginary evenings

    the imaginary cowboy

    climbs an imaginary stair

    to the imaginary balcony

    overlooking the imaginary landscape

    consisting of an imaginary valley

    surrounded with imaginary hills



    Imaginary shadows

    come by the imaginary path

    while imaginary singing songs

    blows in the imaginary wind

    at the death of the imaginary sun



    And at the nights

    of imaginary moon

    he thinks about

    the imaginary dreamed woman

    who he gave his imaginary love

    and again feels that pain

    the same imaginary pleasure

    and returns to throb the heart

    of the imaginary cowboy.



    Theme for an imaginary western (Jack Bruce & Pete Brown)



    When the wagons leave the city

    For the forest and further on

    Painted wagon of the morning

    Dusty roads where they've gone



    Sometimes travelin´

    through the darkness

    At the summer comin´ home

    Forcing faces by the wayside

    Look as if they hadn't known



    All the sad was in their eyes

    And the desert that´s dry

    In a country town

    Where the map was found



    Oh the dancing and the singing

    Oh the music when they play

    Oh the fire that they saw there

    On the grave of no return



    Sometimes they found it

    Sometimes they kept it

    Often lost in on the way

    Pawnee shadow to possess him



    Sometimes ride inside of day

    Oh the sad was in their eyes

    And the desert that´s dry

    In a country town



    Where the map was found

    Oh the sad was in their eye

    And the desert that´s dry

    In a country town

    Where the wagons bound

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