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That Motel Whiskey Dream
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Australian Bush Poet and Balladeer
The particular style of music I enjoy playing is The Australian Bush Ballad pick and strum style championed by Slim Dusty and Stan Coster. The ballad style of lyrics shares the culture and the characters of my country. I am a member of the Australian Bush Balladeers. http://bushballadeers.com.au/bushpoet.htm I am also a bush Poet and a member of The Australian Bush Poets Association who define bush poetry as rhyming verse with regular metre and true rhyme about Australia, its people, places, things and way of life. http://www.abpa.org.au/
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Country • Traditional Country
Charts
Peak #114
Peak in subgenre #13
Author
Merv Webster
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Merv Webster
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April 04, 2008
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:26
Story behind the song
After just missing out on riding time an cowboy lays back in a Motel room to drown his woes and somwhere along the way picks up a book in the drawer and starts reading. The combination of whiskey and scripture causes a little confusion that leads him to checking it all out a bit more.
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THAT MOTEL WHISKEY DREAM I was lying in the motel feeling down and kind of blue though the whiskey helped to numb the pain that I was going through. Hell just one more second longer and I’d had that outlaw beat, but that bay from hell knew diff’rent and he’d thrown me from my seat. I was feeling pretty hazy as I lay there on that bed when this white horse and a rider, who’d a gold crown on his head, came a riding with a bow in hand and it appeared to me that his heavenly war was righteous and he gained a victory. CHORUS Hell I think I’m going crazy, I’ve got horses on the brain and rough riding’s got me rattled and a bloke has gone insane. LORD I pray I haven’t lost my mind or worse my self-esteem. Hey, perhaps the whiskey’s playing tricks and this is just a dream. But another fiery red horse it appeared upon the scene and the rider seated on him held a sword that looked right mean. He was granted to take peace away and wage war here on earth, but unrighteous man made slaughter and had little or no worth. Then I saw and look a black horse and the rider he held scales and he spreads a sick’ning message while he rides and loudly wails. “It is famine! it is famine! that I bring to all the land; so be sparing with the wine and oil and keep a stock on hand!” CHORUS Hell I think I’m going crazy, I’ve got horses on the brain and rough riding’s got me rattled and a bloke has gone insane. LORD I pray I haven’t lost my mind or worse my self-esteem. Hey, perhaps the whiskey’s playing tricks and this is just a dream. But the pale horse that came following it took away my breath, ‘cause the rider looked quite gruesome and his name was simply Death. Hades followed close behind him and he played his ghastly role, as he gathered every victim who had forfeited his soul. Then I woke from mid the visions that had played upon my mind and I saw the empty bottle and a black book of some kind. It was open at Apocalypse and something deep inside said - son do a little research on the horseman you saw ride. CHORUS Hell I think I’m going crazy, I’ve got horses on the brain and rough riding’s got me rattled and a bloke has gone insane. LORD I pray I haven’t lost my mind or worse my self-esteem. And I’m giving up the whiskey and I’ll check out that there dream. © Bush Poet and Ballad Writer -Merv Webster
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