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

by Bob Westfall Moonlight Poet

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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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Track Name: Two Moons Behind
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
Track Name: Hundred Miles To Houston
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
Track Name: Two Or Three Blues
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
Track Name: Hit The Road Again
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
Track Name: Wild Turkey Bourbon
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
Track Name: Boot Hill Blues
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

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