Day 8

RAMMIN’ JAMMIN’ TUMBLEWEEDS 

Day Eight is here! Once again, many many thanks for coming along on this ride with us.

The concept of playing “the hero” has, indeed, changed over time. (And how). The “black hat” versus “white hat” scenario, while effectively ageless and timeless, has, too, evolved.

Without question, the “good” and the “bad,” as we define them in our world, can prove quite subjective… Yet the idea of standing one’s ground, regardless of what is being “stood up for,” has pretty much remained consistent.

“Be resolute!” “Stay firm!” “Don’t Give up on what you believe!” These things still mean something.

Additionally, a delicious context can help reinforce the passion behind this show of determination. Yes, indeed…we all have our tumbleweeds, waddies, hoosegows and varmints to deal with.

OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF MAKERS

Before we take you to today’s showdown, dig this… Sometimes, we find ourselves overwhelmed by the insatiable drive to capture a musical idea. (This song was just such an instance). When that happens, it must somehow be preserved before it is forgotten. In those instances where the needed instrument is not available, we find alternative methods of expression:

THE MUSIC (SONG 8) – “TWELVE O’CLOCK RUNNING”

“Just take it in hand and raise it to the sky and drink to me one more glass of wine

Written by Andrew Roman and Robert Steel

Produced by Elm Treason

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Realm Tones Music

A guitar-driven gallop that rolls with its musical boots on. A bit of the Old west? Check. A bit of hard rock? Check. Riffs? Harmonies? A driving rhythm? A kickin’ solo? Check times four. The train is arriving right on time. Time to stand up, keep firm and check this one out:

“TWELVE O’CLOCK RUNNING”

(Listen now. Roll with it!)

LYRICS


The twelve o’ clock keeps running gunning along the line. Oh, rain, shine, right on time.

Her wheels stop for nothing. How many here will show? Oh, sun sets, it’s me, alone.

And should it be it’s them instead of me, just take it in hand and raise it to the sky 

and drink to me one more glass of wine.

The twelve o’ clock is coming among the willows, ride. Oh, could be it is my time.

She’s here, bold and stunning, my two feet on the ground. Oh, there ain’t no backing down.

And should it be it’s them instead of me, just take it in hand and raise it to the sky

and drink to me one more glass of wine.

Caught between the clock and a hard place, but like the clock, I’ve got time on my hands

and I can’t lose face. I can’t lose face.

And should it be it’s them instead of me, just take it in hand and raise it to the sky

and drink to me one more glass of wine.

 

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