tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321984498322517629.post4541733197314858953..comments2024-02-24T01:06:28.811-08:00Comments on CLASE DEL 70: Theme from an imaginary western (Jack Bruce theme, singed by the late Felix Pappalardi with Mountain in Woodstock)http://unitedgeorgians.blogspot.com/http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809844394975038999noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321984498322517629.post-25085987083847529172014-05-05T15:33:39.074-07:002014-05-05T15:33:39.074-07:00Lyrics for another theme for an imaginary western
...Lyrics for another theme for an imaginary western<br /><br /><br />The imaginary cowboy<br /><br />lives in an imaginary estate<br /><br />surrounded by imaginary deserts<br /><br />at the edge of imaginary rivers<br /><br /><br /><br />Within the imaginary main street<br /><br />hangs an old imaginary outlaw <br /><br />an irreparable imaginary neck<br /><br />representing imaginary offenses <br /><br />occurred in imaginary films<br /><br />in an imaginary Far West. <br /><br /><br /><br />At imaginary evenings <br /><br />the imaginary cowboy<br /><br />climbs an imaginary stair<br /><br />to the imaginary balcony <br /><br />overlooking the imaginary landscape<br /><br />consisting of an imaginary valley <br /><br />surrounded with imaginary hills <br /><br /><br /><br />Imaginary shadows <br /><br />come by the imaginary path <br /><br />while imaginary singing songs <br /><br />blows in the imaginary wind <br /><br />at the death of the imaginary sun <br /><br /><br /><br />And at the nights <br /><br />of imaginary moon <br /><br />he thinks about<br /><br />the imaginary dreamed woman <br /><br />who he gave his imaginary love <br /><br />and again feels that pain <br /><br />the same imaginary pleasure <br /><br />and returns to throb the heart <br /><br />of the imaginary cowboy.<br /><br /><br /><br />Theme for an imaginary western (Jack Bruce & Pete Brown)<br /><br /><br /><br />When the wagons leave the city<br /><br />For the forest and further on<br /><br />Painted wagon of the morning<br /><br />Dusty roads where they've gone<br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes travelin´ <br /><br />through the darkness<br /><br />At the summer comin´ home<br /><br />Forcing faces by the wayside<br /><br />Look as if they hadn't known<br /><br /><br /><br />All the sad was in their eyes<br /><br />And the desert that´s dry<br /><br />In a country town <br /><br />Where the map was found<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh the dancing and the singing<br /><br />Oh the music when they play<br /><br />Oh the fire that they saw there<br /><br />On the grave of no return<br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes they found it<br /><br />Sometimes they kept it<br /><br />Often lost in on the way<br /><br />Pawnee shadow to possess him<br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes ride inside of day<br /><br />Oh the sad was in their eyes<br /><br />And the desert that´s dry<br /><br />In a country town<br /><br /><br /><br />Where the map was found<br /><br />Oh the sad was in their eye<br /><br />And the desert that´s dry<br /><br />In a country town <br /><br />Where the wagons boundAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com