Thursday, April 14, 2016

ATF: Ethereal Echoes

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Outlaws]


Ghost Riders in the Sky
Outlaws
An old cowboy went ridin' out
One dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested
As he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd
Of red-eyed steers he saw
Plowing through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire
And their hoofs were made of steel
Their horns were back and shiny
And their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him
As they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry

Yippy I ay
Yippy I oh
Ghost riders in
Ghost riders in the sky

Yippy I ay
Yippy I ay
Yippy I oh
Yippy I oh
Ghost riders in
The Sky

Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred
And their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd
But they ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever
On the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear them cry

Yippy I ay
Yippy I oh
Ghost riders in
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in
The sky



Highwayman
The Highwaymen
I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
Sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive

I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
With the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner 'round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am livin' still

I was a dam builder
Across a river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell on the wet concrete below
They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around
And around
And around
And around
And around

I'll fly a starship
Across the universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

***NOTE***
Tomorrow will be our 22nd wedding anniversary.

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6 comments:

  1. I love virtually all versions of Ghosts Riders in the Sky, especially this one. I have close to a dozen in my record collection.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Silver Fox!!! Whoa, I had no idea of there being so many,

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  2. Congratulations on your anniversary!

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    1. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Silver Fox!!! Be assured that I have put a lot of jewels in her Heavenly crown. Sigh.

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  3. Hope you have a wonderful anniversary tomorrow. Wishing you many more years together

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! She sleeps most of the time these days, which makes it much easier for her to put up with me.

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