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lyrics
Last year my name struck fear, I was hungry, starving and I ruined careers, they’d say my name and I made them millions. Turf or dirt, the high stakes purse, I was king of the cards filling sports writer’s verse. I was a conqueror! Glory, it’s freedom or so they taught me but at Honeydew Downs I saw a hundred doves set free and I thought maybe only the opposite was true. Now the gun will crack and with the snap of a stick and we’ll run and they’ll judge us in quarter mile clips. They’ll say my name, and they’ll say it’s over
I’m at the starting gate while they smoke cigars and sip champagne. I got to play their game from the Derby to the Preakness to the Belmont Stakes, Bye-bye
Busted and broken with saddles on back, they caress our manes and etch our names in plaques. It’s why you’re bred kid but not why you’re born. Losers will be penned and caged, humiliated, then the bolt gun face. It’s a horror, their love for you. Remember the dust we’d kick up in the Western Plains? We’d run just to run not for some gamblers gain but you got blinders. You’re a slot machine! You see the low white fence where the hangdogs debrief? Past the evergreens, it’s where we should be. Oh I can see it and I call it destiny!
I’m at the starting gate while they smoke cigars and sip champagne. I got to play their game from the Derby to the Preakness to the Belmont Stakes. Bye-bye and the bravos will fade, they’ll take off the cloth and drop the charade. They won’t cry and they’ll justify saying “All bright lights, fade and flicker and die”
Long-running underground rocker Brian Vanderwerf is the heart and soul of these gritty songs that capture the scruffy spirit of the ’70s. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2022