After sharing the Wormhole collab last week (a Swiss song by ZĂźri West ), I decided to revisit one I started some months ago, Western by Stiller Has , another Bernese band. I hadnât been happy with the vocals, bass and mix in general. Tor wasnât enthused by the song, and when the bass he provided had some persistent clicking sound issues, I didnât have the heart to ask him to re-record, so used the bass I had isolated from the original with Moises .
All finished today though, and good enough is good enough
Lyrics
Me and you, we got the same tattoos
But this town ainât big enough for me and for you
If you draw faster, you get the girl⌠the fame and all the gold
But if I bite the dust, donât want no one asking what I want
Donât want no fancy headstone on boot hill, just a simple wooden cross
Sandâs running through my fingers. Can you feel deathâs breath, Django
Weâve ridden far too long together, through cowpats, snow and dust
Now youâre standing in my sun. The west is wild. The east is rust
Youâre always faster on the draw, but I- I hit my mark
Two peacemakers blaze in the dawn, and they light up the dark
Now the vultures are circling and youâre on your last ride
Your few dollars long spent. Wind whistles across the plains
The westernâs over, rain pissing from above
Never did have to draw my colt to defend that burning love
My mustangâs just a bicycle and my colt a banana
And West Kirby ainât the Mojave Desert and the Merseyâs not the Rio Grande
Tomorrow Iâm back at the abattoir. Ankle deep in blood
It was only a movie and the wind still sings of death
I was always a cowboy and a cowboy Iâll remain
My whole life herding cattle in my brain
Yodel-ay-ee-ay
For the (few) purists out there, I even did a version in the original Bernese dialect, which feels strange, as I now speak it with ZĂźrich/Schwyzer dialect
Enjoy