The Western Score & Pine Ridge Bundle

by The Pullmen

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    Pine Ridge: A four song EP. Released by Sanuk with The Co-Op. Comes in a sexy sleeve, with artwork by Mike Stilkey

    The Western Score: The band's first album. Released by Sanuk with The Co-Op. Artwork by Mugger

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Bad, bad, bad upon the saddle of the night There is no hideaway, right-away to make it out alive So I don't plan for the future Ride, ride I sharpen my teeth before it gets too thick and piles up and on and on I'm on my way, I'm gonna ride about this land And stake my claim and make a name, this is my great escape There is no plan for the future Ride, ride The river is at the banks, this bridge is going to break There is just so much a man can take Tie me down and rope me up Watch my last breath leave my guy Tie me down and rope me up I'm not giving up Drag, drag, drag our vices and our dirty minds Out on the sidewalks and the alleys, man you gotta wonder why You want to plan for the future? Ride, Ride You better start believing life is nothing more than who is left and who is leaving Moving on, bartender please another beer I am the matador, the raging bull, your every hope and fear And I don't think of the future Ride, ride You know I will not stop, never giving up you'll have to ties m down and rope me up Tie me down and rope me up Watch my last breath leave my guy Tie me down and rope me up I'm not giving up
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You said you'll manifest your destiny All you needed was some time Your railroad, your dynamite with gold in your eyes You built a monument of lies Oh, I can tell by the way you kick up dust You won't be happy til you're dancing on my grave Redemption in the wind that blows through the pines Way out on that spirit ridge Your pick axe and your hammer in my Grandfather's eyes There is just some things we can't forgive Oh, I can tell by the way you pick up dust You won't be happy til you're dancing on my grave Dancing on my grave, dancing on my grave Won't be happy til you're dancing on my grave Dancing on my grave, dancing on my grave All you motherfuckers dancing on my grave
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I'm not going to drink until I get to Portland Lord only knows I'm going to need it then I'm taking the back roads to get back to you There is no telling about the hell I've been through I miss you, I've been drinking a bit, how have you been? My knees are shot, my gums are bloody My back is crooked and I owe lots of money I'm tired of marching in these main street parades I don't really feel much at peace these days I miss you, I've been drinking a lot, how have you been? Here comes my hope, I feel it float Before it explodes inside my heart It makes me better when I taste your medicine For all of my neon sins How have you been?
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Los Angeles, I'm such a wreck I need a rescue from this drip in my throat Maybe it's gasoline, maybe it's Maybeline Maybe I just need to get out of this place All your stars and cars, your fancy bars Don't mean a thing when the key gets in the bag There ain't no sense getting overexcited Let's get out of here, we ought to know All this time we've been anticipating Should not end up in a bathroom stall All your stars and cars, your fancy bars Don't mean a thing when the key gets in the bag It was a Neil Young, Raymond Carver kind of night The type of night that puts demons into art I drank her poetry and she read my beer We sang along to Cowgirls in the Sand All your stars and cars, your fancy bars Don't mean a thing when the key gets in the bag Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles!!!

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released November 12, 2013

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