The West is Won

by The Oil Barons

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1.
This town is tapped Tear it down, boys The West is won Pour another round, boys And keep your eye to the ground, boy The Barons are back, JACK Back in town, boy And mind your manners when I come around And turn the picture of your daughter down You feel the rumble, the rattle and shake When I make my awful sound Keep an ear to the ground The Earth bleeds from an old vein I got my finger on the pulse There's no beauty like a black stain The land is lousy with the stuff I bleed her with my sick machine I'll bleed a bitch dry Black metal with a purple sheen Make your mamma cry
2.
Drill 03:25
Stone drunk as a skunk on the beach Trippin over dead seagulls This is mine, draw a line in the sand My kinda crime is LEGAL Sobered up, now I'm squishin the fishes Their dying sound sounds funny They're coming back as dollars and cents They're coming back as MONEY DRILL DRILL DRILL DRILL DRILL DRILL DRILL DRILL More oil, more fire, more fuel Grease the wheel when it's squeakin I'm the man that keeps it spinning around And cuts loose on the weekend
3.
Snake Oil 04:16
Well a man may ail But no man's alone I pedal miracle wares Make myself at home I ride 89 horses Ride 'em to your door Young man got a snake in his boot But he ain't feelin fear no more Friends, they call me The Doctor Real friends call me Lou But most folk they just call me The Doctor And I'm the doctor for you Got potions, got elixirs Oh just a drop'll do the job By the time I'm done tellin' what I'm sellin' You'll be buyin' all the sellin' I got (what) What's in my bag in the back of my wagon This cure from the desert my ponies are draggin' You're life's in the dirt and your energy's laggin' Behold what I have in the palm of my hand Vital for vigor, better than liquor Does all that booze can, but safer and quicker Feeling like shit? I'll cure you of it BABY I GOT WHAT YOU NEED Got all the medicine, buy one and tell a friend You can feel well again, don't be so reticent Take one of these, put you at ease Give you relief, good for your teeth A swig of my juice, you're suddenly loose If you've got a bellyache, I'm here to medicate Friends, they call me The Doctor Real friends call me Louis But most folk they just call me The Doctor And I'm the doctor for you, miss It's time to hit that ol' dusty trail Hope you're not too attached If you're still feeling down, next time I come around I'll hook you up with a fresh batch (yas)
4.
Alright and a good goddamn Are you sick of this, well you know I am Got no t-t-time to waste You and I don't need more than just a few lanes Pack a bag, baby, it ain't far Pick a few tunes and gas up the car Got a car wash and some new breaks Headed out to the new LA Drivin' out to California City Tryin' to find some goddamn peace and quiet, Shit I had enough When the neon noise is upon ya And the good ole boys disown ya California City, California I don't know, but I been told Rich man sounded good on the phone Said come on, son, hit the road Don't stop 'til you get where you're goin' Drivin' out to California City Tryin' to find some goddamn peace and quiet, Shit I had enough When the neon noise is upon ya And the good ole boys disown ya California City, California Wherever you go, there you are Near or far Wherever you go, there you are An old man in a beat up car
5.
Fuck The Sun 05:34
We got hot ash and fire Dust, dirt, and smoke Can't dance for rain When the air makes you choke I'm runnin hot, I'm feelin dry Give me a goddamn drink before I die Midday sun beating down on me, but Fuck the sun, let the night set you free People taunt me They spit on my boots Ghost haunt me Down to the roots Yeah, laugh it up, call me a liar You dry brittle brush, you're just fuel for the fire Evening sun is quite a sight to see, but Fuck the sun, I like my privacy At last the darkness I cast for a spell Blood red skies And the toll of a bell Well, you know by now, the moon's my friend Now down on your knees, watch my magic unbend Sun's dead in the ground, they sing the eulogy, but Fuck the sun, 'cause the sun don't shine on me
6.
I'm no fun, talking dumb Got a head full of rum I'm a lushy bitch Don't touch me
7.
Hot Cake 04:05
Met a girl with the finest box Hot Cake is on fire In my bedroom like Goldilocks Hot Cake is on fire Like Audrey up on the wall Bitch make me perspire Got hot sugar withdrawl Hot Cake is on fire
8.
VITCH 05:58
Old Farmer Fran went mad again Said she took his baby! Saw her dancing last night in the full moon light God deliver me, God save me Ms. Henry Lee had some words for me Said if you see that black cat, run That's how she turns the screw, does the business on you Stay outta the woods, son! V-V-V-VITCH V-VITCH In my dreams she spoke to me You will drink the blood of the Earth Your greed is strong and your dick is long I can increase your worth Well, I never cared for a wife or this shit-kicker life So I drank her unholy wine She witched me good, like she said she would Ooh black magic sure feels fine Oh God help me! God forgive me! Oh God forgive me I'm down on my knees
9.
King Vulture 05:34
The birds are in the tree The big one in the backyard A black committee You better let in the dog The tree is dead, son Sorry daddy didn't water But it's only King Vulture Dropping from out the sky King Vulture Come to watch you die Oh yeah, these are the facts You let your lawn go brown The fence is decrepit, falling down Decaying on the ground The volt had hit the air You weren't there The house in disrepair You didn't care King Vulture Dropping from out the sky King Vulture Come to watch you die Now the time is ripe They're falling to the ground When they wake, they'll eat what they came to find The garbage of your soul
10.
Is that all? Everything? Our gal Peggy put it best when she sang, "Is that all there is?" They're the same, all the same You can deny it if you want to But I know you know it's true, They're all the same There's a call from the dark You can hear it when you're Sick with your thoughts It's the void, it's sleep It says come home, son There's no room for you here no more The Earth is choked with fools That's enough, isn't it? I say we all agree to call it quits Watch the mother burn, watch it now Let it all rain down fire How's a man supposed to act? Walking worthless in a global suicide pact Look down further deep, To the river from the bridge From the rim to the bottom of the glass There's quiet in the darkness, can't you see? There's rest, finally there's sleep It says come on down There's a time and a place to get low Let the shit show go Alright now, row Well everything's fucked, dude! Misery is the river of the world Yeah everything's fucked, man We're low as anyone can go Everybody row! When you find yourself dripping in oil From the working cogs above That's when you know it's the end, my friend That's the end of love

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"If Tom Waits ever hired a punk group to be his backing band, they'd sound a lot like The Oil Barons. It's delightfully unique in all the right ways." - Pete Williams, Heavy Blog is Heavy

www.heavyblogisheavy.com/2019/01/04/the-oil-barons-the-west-is-won/

“A brilliantly entertaining album packed full of thrills and (oil) spills with the band writing some progressive sounding riffs and OTT lyrics to match...Excellent and highly recommended.” - Steve Howe, Outlaws of the Sun

outlawsofthesun.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-oil-barons-west-is-won-album-review.html

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released March 5, 2019

Recorded at Big Bad Sound in Los Angeles, CA
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Zach Fisher
Assistant Engineer: Rob Shaw
Cover Illustration: Cory Bowman
Graphic Design and Layout: Colin Schur
Photography: Barret Bowman

Andrew Huber - bass, lead vocals
Lou Aquiler - guitars
Jake Hart - drums

Additional Musicians:

Adam Peri - organ (tracks 5, 8, and 10)
Zach Fisher - vibroslap, Bruce

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