Live & Lo​-​Fi at SoulBar - Bangkok, Thailand (2019)

by Bob Westfall Moonlight Poet

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TWO MOONS BEHIND With a fist full of dollars I ride on alone Through a desert of dust deserted like death With eyes cold as stone To a town on the outskirts of nowhere Full of lust, lead, and guns Where countless bottles of whisky await A bandit on the run, freedom I have known But will never know again For they'll hang me if they catch me Hang me high in the street Cut me down, dig up the ground Bury me six feet deep 'Cause I'm three days ahead Of a man lying dead And a star packing posse Just two moons behind Just two moons behind (c) Bob Westfall 2010
2.
HUNDRED MILES TO HOUSTON Hundred miles to Houston The sun is sinking low Purple sky in my rear view Over San Antonio Hundred miles to Houston How I long to be home In the arms of my sweetheart Waiting all alone Well, San Antonio was sad and lonely, though Just like that Alamo, it's history. Now I'm.. Hundred miles to Houston But Houston's not my home I'm bound for Canada Two thousand miles to go I'm going back to the arms of my sweetheart Two thousand miles to go. (c) Bob Westfall 2012
3.
2 OR 3 BLUES If I run around with other pretty girls If I untie their pretty little curls It doesn't mean that I don't love you It doesn't mean that I don't love you It just means I wanna be free to have me two or three It doesn't mean that I don't love you If your buddy Steve sees me on the drive If he tells you, tell him I say "hi" It doesn't mean that I don't love you It doesn't mean that I don't love you It just means I wanna be free to have me two or three It doesn't mean that I don't love you Well, if you get mad and say you're gonna leave That's alright with me, I've got some tricks up my sleeve It doesn't mean that I don't love you It doesn't mean that I don't love you It just means I wanna be free to have me two or three It doesn't mean that I don't love you (c) Bob Westfall 2012
4.
HIT THE ROAD AGAIN Pull the brain out of my head Shake off the dust Give me a woman with scars on her wrists Someone to trust Scrape the sorrow from my eyes Got to escape from the house of sighs, and then Hit the road again. Bury the thoughts screaming in your skull Or they'll lock you away Vaporized for a nervous tic Before the light of day Billionaires police the mind For anything more than a childish rhyme of pretend Hit the road again. Visions of the grave terrorize the dreams Of a desolate few I gave birth to a grenade in a spiritless world And then it blew Pieces of memories scattered around Leaping from the coffin, six feet underground, blood-stained I hit the road again. Hands of the clock, marching along Strangely rehearsed Puppet master's lies sending time Spinning in reverse Climb the wall to freedom, should it still exist Drop from your bloody, patriotic fist, the chains Hit the road again Hit the road again Hit the road again. (c) Bob Westfall 2017
5.
WILD TURKEY BOURBON Wild Turkey Bourbon The best damn stuff to come out of Kentucky Good old Wild Turkey Bourbon, yeah Pull a cork and fill 'er up When I get home from a long day at work My body aches, my feet hurt I wanna relax and wind down the throttle I reach for the top shelf and pull down a bottle of Wild Turkey Bourbon The best damn stuff to come out of Kentucky Good old Wild Turkey Bourbon, yeah Pull a cork and fill 'er up On the rocks, I like it cold Goes down smooth like liquid gold Couple of shots, that'll do ya Make ya feel fine 'n sing Hallelujah Wild Turkey Bourbon Wild Turkey Bourbon Wild Turkey Bourbon Good old Wild Turkey Wild Turkey Bourbon The best damn stuff to come out of Kentucky Good old Wild Turkey Bourbon, yeah Pull a cork and fill 'er up (c) Bob Westfall 2018
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BOOT HILL BLUES I'm going to Tombstone, baby, Tombstone here I come Tombstone, baby, Tombstone here I come I've got a Colt 45 and an empty bottle of rum Gonna be a gunfight, baby, at the O.K. Corral Gunfight, baby, at the O.K. Corral I ain't missing it for nothing, no way, no how They say all gunfighters live in fear of the end All gunfighters live in fear of the end They die without a dime, a woman, or a friend Boot Hill, baby, Boot Hill's the end of the line Boot Hill, baby, Boot Hill's the end of the line It's them or me, and I don't feel like dying Tombstone, baby, Tombstone here I come Tombstone, baby, here I come I've got a Colt 45 and an empty bottle of rum (c) Bob Westfall 2012

about

This "Lo-Fi" six song EP was recorded live at a "SoulWriters: Songwriters Live At SoulBar" event in Bangkok, Thailand, on January 31, 2019.
The event was hosted by Live Artists Asia and John Will Sail. It was recorded using a handheld recorder out in the room among the listeners, giving you a feeling as though you are actually there in the audience (also making it very difficult to mix / EQ).
All songs are originals by the ol' Moonlight Poet. The original cover photo was shot by John Will Sail at SoulBar, and edited/designed by Jaimen Shires. Hope you will enjoy this album! - Bob

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released September 25, 2019

All songs written and performed by Bob Westfall.
Performed at SoulBar in Bangkok, Thailand
January 31, 2019.

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