Black Rider Outtakes - Lyrics
Come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Lay down in the web of the black spider
I'll drink your blood like wine
So come on in it ain't no sin
Take off your skin and dance around in your bones
So come along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time

Hey hold on there little sheriff, have your tickets ready

You just come on along Anchors away with the Black Rider
I'll drink your blood like wine
I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider
Out where the bullets shine
And when you're done you cock your gun
The blood will run like ribbons through your hair
Just come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time

Have your tickets ready, see the dog faced boy
Pay little sheriff

Well just come on along with the Black Rider
I've got just the thing for thee
Come on along with the Black Rider
I want your company
Well I think I'll have the veal
A lovely meal, that's how I feel
Oh may I use your skull for a bowl?
Just come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old, we'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay old, we'll have a gay old, We'll have a gay old time

Walk right up, have your tickets ready
Step right up, have your tickets ready
Step right up, have your tickets ready
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
Your too kind No shadows, no stars
There's no moon and no cars, November
It only believes in a pile of dead leaves
And a moon that's the color of bone

No prayers for November to linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall and we'll slaughter them all
November has tied me to an old dead tree
Get word to April to rescue me
November's cold chain made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd, you're my firing squad, November

With my hair slicked back with carrion shellac
And the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare
Tied to the branches of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out, November There is a light in the forest
There's a face in the tree
I'll pull you out of the chorus
And the first one's always free

You can never go a hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You want to go home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds

It takes much more than wild courage
Or you'll hit just tattered clouds
You must have the right bullets
And the first one's always free

You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If you're to bring back something for us
Have I bullets for sale

Why be a fool when you can chase away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these bullets
And they shine like a spoon

To have sixty silver wishes
Is a small price to pay
They'll be your private little fishes
And they'll never swim away

I just want you to be happy
That's my only wish
I'll fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will have it's dish

I shudder at the thought of your
Poor empty hunter's pouch
So I'll keep the wind from your barrel
And bless the roof of your house Oh blood and bone and clocks and trains
My coat will keep you from the rain
Alas our love is all in vain
The briar and the rose

I will not wait, I cannot thread
The tenor of the things you've said
My love is true and we must wed
The briar and the rose

I don't know how, I don't know why
I never meant to make you cry
My love is blind and so I chose
The briar and the rose

Out in the meadow a place with dream
Our love is meant to be
For tell me have you ever seen
The briar without the rose

Our love will tear us both apart
I'll never change my father's heart
And I will cry and you must go
The briar and the rose

And when I'm buried in my grave
And November's wind will blow
Your tears will fall to make them grow
The briar and the rose

And when I'm buried in my grave
November's wind will blow
And your tears will fall to make them grow
The briar and the rose
Your tears will fall to make them grow
The briar and the rose Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with
There's bad blood in him someway and he got into the magic bullets
That leads straight to Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin
You think you can take them bullets or leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad days
Well, well we all have those bad days when we can't hit it for shit
And the more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down to finally all your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself, kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead

And that's where old George found himself out there at the crossroads
Moulding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will take what he wants
But it don't always work out that way

You see, some bullets is special for a single target
A certain stag, or a certain person
And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And points where the bullet wants to go

(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms
Like someone with an epileptic fit
With his face contorted and his eyes wild like a lassoed horse bracing his legs
But something kept pulling him on. And now he is picking up the skulls and making a circle)

I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads There's blood upon the bridal wreath
The bridal wreath, the bridal wreath
The Devil shows his shiny teeth
His shiny teeth, his shiny teeth, all shiny teeth
Now take a seat there by the door
He'll leave you on the killing floor
He's gonna set the clouds on fire
They're burning there forever more

The wind has blown the clouds away
The clouds away, the clouds away
It soon will be our wedding day
Our wedding, our wedding day
The sun will shine
The sun will shine, the birds will sing
I'll give my love a wedding ring
The briar and the rose shall be
Entwine my love forever more

The sun will shine, the birds will sing
I'll give my love a wedding ring
The briar and the rose shall be
Entwine my love forever more

Oh knock on the hickory of a peg leg man
A peg leg man, a peg leg man
I'll wait beneath a blood red moon
A blood red moon, a blood red moon, neath a blood red moon
I'd rather die than part from you
I have a lovely wish for you
I'll wait here by the shaded bush
You'll be mine forever more
Ha ha ha ha The flash pan hunter sways with the wind
And his rifle is the sound of the morning
Each sulfurous bullet may have it's own wit
And each cartridge comes with a warning
Beware of elaborate telescopic meats
They will find their way back to the forest

Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Leg's crown
As the briar is strangling the rose back down

His back shall be my slender new branch
It will sway and bend in the breeze
As the devil does his polka
With a hatchet in his hand
As a sniper in the branch of the trees
As the vulture flutters down
The snake sheds his dove
Wilhelm's cutting off his fingers
So they'll fit into the glove

For Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Leg's crown
And the briar is strangling the rose back down
The briar is strangling the rose back down When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

When it gets too hot for comfort
And you can't get ice cream cones
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around your bones

Just like those bamboo babies
Down in the South Sea tropic zone
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around your bones

When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

When it gets too hot for comfort
And you can't get ice cream cones
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

Just like those bamboo babies
Down in the South Sea tropic zone
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones Come on people got to get on board
Train is leavin' and there's all room for one more
God, don't listen to the devil he got ways to move you
This train don't carry no smokers
This train

Well, come on people 'Cause it's startin' to rain
Get on board, it's the gospel train, yeah
Don't listen to the devil now
People don't listen to the devil
Satan will fool you
Satan will fool you
I said Satan will fool you
Well, this train don't carry no smokers
This train, this train
Wooo, wooo, wooo

Come on people get on board
Train is leavin' and there's room for one more
Just trust in the Lord
Wooo, wooo

Listen to me Woo woo Come on people, got to start moving
Got to get on board, ride the gospel train
Don't listen to the Devil he got ways to move you I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby
I'll be the pennies on your eyes for you baby
I want to take you out to the fair
Here is a red rose ribbon for your hair
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you

I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you

A vulture circles over your head for you baby
I'll be the flowers after you're dead for you baby
I want to build a nest in your hair
I want to kiss you and never be there
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you

I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you I love the way the tattered clouds
Go wind across zee sky
And as summer goes and leaves me
With a tear in my eye

I'm taking out my winter clothes
For my garden knows what is wrong
For the petals of my favorite rose
Lie in the shadows dark and long

Though every year it's very clear
I should be carrying on
But I can be found in the garden
Singing this song
When the last rose of summer is gone
The last rose of summer is gone