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Cowboys in Montmartre

by Western Threads

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    Western Threads' debut album. 10 songs written, arranged, and produced by the band in Austin, Texas. Mastered by Travis Hanna.

    "From the Seine to the Rio Grande, the sound gets around!"

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1.
Roy Rogers 04:39
It's been ten years at least since I wrote my last big hit I sincerely doubt you'd remember it Gold records line the walls of the shithole that I rent the fame is gone and the money spent I remember a golden Autumn evening on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry singing songs to a sold-out crowd of admiring eyes Was a time when the world was all adoring never knew a lonely morning now I'm a man that my own mother wouldn't recognize It's been ten days at least since I shaved my ugly and twice as long since I left my place I spend the time committing songs to my four-track laying down the demos of a comeback The time has come to share these future hits I've writ then I'll take these pills and I'll sleep a bit And when the public hears my final rhapsody headlines will read "What a tragedy" (J. Lewis)
2.
Sing for Me 03:32
Stand up straight let take a look at you let me see the face behind the catcall Look at me answer when I speak to you answer so the audience can hear Sing for me let me hear a verse your voice could use rehearsing Honestly I'd love to see you hung I'd love to see you choke on your tongue Do you like the feeling of eyes on you? The feeling of voices in your head? Can you write a song for us all to sing? A song to bring all of us together? Sing for me let me hear a verse your voice could use rehearsing Really though I'd like you to behave I'd like to take a piss on your grave (J. Lewis)
3.
I've always been anxious, shy, and nervous I'm the kid in the corner when the party's on No education, no qualification just a semi-literate degenerate I've always been restless, wild, and reckless I'm a kamikaze in a vintage dress I'm having a vision I've made a big decision I'll be the singer you can play guitar What's the point in living alone reliving old dreams on my headphones? Where's the fun in singing a solo? I needed your voice to follow I'm writing a new song about a pair of lifelong friends in a secret room playing make-believe Let's make a racket the working world's in traffic try hard to recall the point of it all (J. Lewis)
4.
C.F.N.M. 04:21
I've waited all day for this night to come I've waited on my hands and knees Anticipating some sweet discipline hoping for an intense release It's a game we play you permit, I submit it's the only way that I'll learn Take a breath and try to settle down take a breath and count to ten And if you forget to say "thank you Miss" I will make it hurt again It's game we play I permit, you submit it's the only way that you'll learn Oh you've really been a docile pet you have learned how to behave Can this docile pet make a request next time you should play the slave (J. Lewis)
5.
Harvest 04:48
Ten decades have I haunted this wreck of a home ten decades has my spirit been made to roam forever I was young, petite, and pale on that night in August when I fled down the trail through the ancient forest suddenly around my neck tight as a collar I felt the dark manifest the hands of my father One hundred lonely summers I've wept in the walls one hundred dreary winters I've wandered these halls unending I was drug by my heels light as a feather through a wide, violet field of wild heather my eyes were fixed upon the sky with brutal stillness a harvest moon rising high was the only witness I awoke as we crossed over the threshold my cheeks as white as winter frost and fingers ice cold he planted me in the ground my pleading ignored a pile of bones to be found beneath the floorboards Some evening you will hear from the top of the stairs my grieving voice singing a hymn of despair 'til morning (J. Lewis)
6.
Call me Wyatt Earp call me Wild Bill the thrill over the hill and overweight In Paris for the week on business but tonight I might find the red light and a girl to screw I'm looking for something tight and tender money's no object for this big spender Call me Antoinette call me Juliet or Jane or any name that you'd like to scream I'm looking for a prick a sick pig to be led ahead into my bed and then the grave I'm taking my little lamb to slaughter he say's I remind him of his daughter Let me kiss your neck let me stroke your thigh as I begin to tie you to the bed Do you miss your home? Do you miss your wife? My knife has stopped your life and left you dead Your spirit will haunt the streets of Paris I'll hear you pass below my terrace Call me Wyatt Earp call me Wild Bill the thrill over the hill and underground Listen to my song listen and rehearse my verse or you'll be cursed for eternity (J. Lewis)
7.
Vespertine 04:03
Coffee with cream and "Vespertine" on a sunny Sunday morning undressing while the bath tub is warming up I close my eyes take a deep breath and I sigh when I think about the guy that I'm seeing soon He's standing outside my door I'm standing still hoping for A mate that's worth the wait it's been two years since my last date my mother says I'm such a mess but I won't play the damsel in distress Making small talk on a blanket in the park watching happy couples walk by hand in hand You say your dream is having two boys maybe three and a wife who'll cook and clean on demand You solemnly hold my hand I'm silently hatching plans To make a quick escape this date has proved a huge mistake I'm sure you think you're wonderful but I'll tell you you haven't got a clue And did you think that I'd be smitten by this fantasy you've written? I could never wear the skin of the role you'd cast me in (J. Lewis)
8.
Waterloo 04:42
Early morning Waterloo wandering the empty avenue ground is shaking beneath my feet the cavalry is quaking up the street And I wonder what's become of all the friends and relatives that I used to know the cafes, clubs, and record shops parks and promenades where we'd Watch the day's ending the sunset surrendering to the dusk Waterloo is failing, floundering and flailing in the dust Duck and cover, run and hide the Batterie is breaking through the line new graffiti over my head "get out while you can" good advice (J. Lewis)
9.
Heretic 03:40
Daydreaming in Republic Square to the sound of a busker's guitar fingering "The Second Sex" by Simone de Beauvoir Over my shoulder a shadow appears throwing shade over my ideals like a heretic Staggering through the lazy crowd when you suddenly catch my eye admiring your tartan skirt Mary Janes and white knee-highs Your appearance is so devout but I've concluded beyond any doubt that you're a heretic For a heretic I've been blessed with an ability to detect b.s. I'm a sensitive soul you're an asshole it's nice to meet you Piously you shut your book leaving my manhood smashed Trying hard to salvage the rest of the afternoon you've crashed Why do you repudiate me berate and excommunicate me like a heretic? For a heretic you've been blessed with a quality that women detest I'm a feminist queen you're a libertine it's nice to meet you (J. Lewis)
10.
On a cluttered nightstand by my bed there's a dog-eared novel that I've read a million times And when I turn the page to chapter one as familiar as a friend I wonder how many times before I die will I make it through to the end? On a spinning platter in my room is a favorite album I've listened to a million times And when I move the arm toward the groove tenderly and play a song I wonder how many times before I die will I get the chance to sing along? (J. Lewis)

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Our debut album. 10 original songs about love, death, sex, murder, and friendship presented with the semi-steady hands of amateurs.

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released February 27, 2021

All songs by Western Threads
( J. Lewis / C. McBee / A. Richter /
M. Sherer )

Except:

[ 1 ] [ 8 ] ( W.T. / J. Lauterstein )
[ 3 ] [ 5 ] [ 7 ] ( W.T. / J. Canerday )
[ 6 ] ( W. T. / C. Bruner )

Produced by Western Threads

Mastered by Travis Hanna

Creative problems solved by C. McBee

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Western Threads Austin, Texas

Western Threads are an indie pop band from Austin, Texas whose members include Jeff Fazio, Jacob Lewis, Mike Mangiapane, Christopher McBee, and Ainsley Richter. Influences include The Velvet Underground, The Vaselines, Serge Gainsbourg, and Lee Hazlewood. ... more

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