(title: "Cowboy's Lament (Kill Yourself Part III)")
(genre: [Western Ballad], [Country Noir], [1950s Cowboy Music])
(tempo: [68 BPM])
(mood: [Tragic], [Melancholy], [Haunted by the Past])
(vocals: [Baritone Male], [Trembling Falsetto Harmonies])
(instruments:
[Spanish Nylon Guitar],
[Reverb-Drenched Electric Guitar],
[Whistle Melodies],
[Pedal Steel Guitar],
[Upright Bass],
[Soft Snare Brushes],
[Subtle Cowboy Harmonica]
)
(structure:
(Intro – 0:00 to 0:20: mournful guitar & whistle)
(Verse 1 – 0:20 to 1:00: Grim sings)
(Verse 2 – 1:00 to 1:40: Ruby sings)
(Chorus – 1:40 to 2:10: duet)
(Bridge – 2:10 to 2:40: guitar solo, tumbleweed ambience)
(Verse 3 – 2:40 to 3:10: joint vocals)
(Outro – 3:10 to 3:30: slow whistle fade)
)
(lyrics:
(Verse 1 – Grim, low and somber)
Rode into town with my head hangin’ low
Got the weight of the world where my shadow should go
I ain’t lookin’ for love, I ain’t askin’ for grace
Just a bottle of fire and a faraway place
They said I was poison, I believed ‘em too
Got ghosts in my gut, and nothin’ to lose
If peace is a woman, then she don’t know my name
So I’ll carve it in dust, and ride off in shame
(Verse 2 – Ruby, quiet and bitter)
Smoke in my lungs and regret in my eyes
A pistol for prayer and the silence of skies
I don’t speak in sermons, I ain’t one to preach
But I’ve buried my brothers too deep to reach
They talk like they know what salvation would cost
But I traded my soul just to feel what I lost
I ain’t cryin’ for help, I’m just singin’ this tune
To the stars that still burn where I swallowed the moon
(Chorus – both voices in harmony, mournful)
So go on and ride, if the wind knows your name
A bullet’s more honest than fortune or fame
If the world never missed you, then what’s left to prove?
Kill yourself slow, or just let the night choose
(Bridge – instrumental)
(Ghostly steel guitar solo with faint desert wind)
(Verse 3 – Grim & Ruby together, final lament)
The trail’s always lonely when you walk with your past
And the drink never helps, but it sure helps it last
We ain’t lookin’ for answers, just a song with no end
And a hole in the ground where the soul won’t pretend
(Outro – soft whistle fades out)
)
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