Ride on my horse,
to the east at night.
Stars are falling down,
when i feel so tight.
I'm coming from a far west home.
When kids don't play,
and the sun goes down.
Their parents come ahead,
to protect around.
I'm coming from a far west home.
Finally, alone
in this dark ghost town.
Many roads together,
put me in this side.
I'm coming from a far west home.
So, so, so
I don't find the evil but the evil is so nearly,
I don't find the evil but the evil is so nearly,
I don't find the evil but the evil is so nearly to me.
Bowie/Cohen covers as electronics swathed in layers of gauze, gilded with Zohra Atash's soprano: a look back, a look forward. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2017