Saddest Of Bastards EP

by Benanthrope

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This album is the EP of the album soon to be released, that is the result of years of wanting to record my own stuff, but not having the gear, -and then getting the gear.
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released 25 January 2012

J. Glenn played drums on 'Bomb Shelter In My Mind'. Ben Anthrope played, wrote, engineered, and produced everything else.

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Track Name: Like A Thoroughbred
ghost army outlaws
waitin' on the horizon
bone orchard days
just up ahead

bones in my closet
rattle through the darkness
whisperin' me, I'd best to fade

swear to me, you'll carry me, back -to kentucky
through new orleans, and tennessee,
by way, of iron horse...
-hmmm...

i've come a cropper, couldn't care a continental
my better days, gone up the spout
between the grass, n' hay, with a lick and a promise
of aces high, and a hog killin' time

been nailed to the corner, done got the mitten
as a four-flushin' curly wolf, pale apparitions,
keep draggin' me on lord. draggin' me
to my killin' floor...

swear to me, you'll carry me, back -to ky
through new orleans, and tennessee,
by way, of rusty iron, and through the fields,
of cherokee, back through the shadow lands...
-hmmm...

these tribulations, cold hands around my neck,
draggin me to a slow cold hell, so fetch me a bottle,
baby let's get roostered. half over seas, we'll set to sail

a gospel sharp lord, he's beggin' my pardon,
while the spokes fly from my wheel,
hearin' 'pony up boy', from the mouths of flannel,
to stand the gaff of the final mill...

swear to me, you'll carry me, back, to ky
through new orleans, and tennessee, by way
of rusty iron. and through the fields, of cherokee,
back -to appalachia. and please tell ma, I weren't no squaw, but i died, like a thoroughbred.....