Well my necks a little red. My Chevys a little heavy. 4 barrels opened up.. till the guage says we're empty. Down at the levee on a Friday night. Kick it by a bon fire Not a cop in sight
I have inspiration to write a new ballad, something of the old west changing. Hmmm. Maybe back to share, if it has any merit. This is swamp, high plains, boot stompin' and shines the moon like a clear blue flame. Carry on... No! I mean it! Please do carry on!!! ~RaVen~
I am pickled tink, uh, tickled pink to subscribe. Keeping to my word, I have hereunder placed a ballad partially based on your beat. Please enjoy and know that usually, my verse is not so long. Ballads are like novels or tales of history, yet in song, so I had to play it out. I thank you for the inspiration and hereby dedicate this one to you. Pickled Beats, you jam!!! ~RaVen~ THE LOADED GUN I’m on my way, -searching for the meaning. I’ll walk through fire to find it! Doorways darkened I dare to enter. No one there dare mind it. …..And don’t you know, doom is drifting ‘round the watchtower walls. There’s a blood on the fog. The dice always loaded. There’s hell in the rolls. Empty footprints in the lifeless mud. Whiskey pouring. Barmaids scoring. Spurs for the stockings. Payment in blood. Torches ride the wind behind me; aimless arrows, her own desire. Nothing there a dream could buy. I ride away, -on a horse of fire. I kill what comes too close. I take what I want or it dies. I have no regrets, no guilt to confess; done just what I please, got no alibis. Rolling free just like the river, -always on the run. Cherish the moments gone. There is no room for tomorrow. nor the rising of the sun. Just pages turned that quickly burn. I have no use for sorrow, I am the loaded gun. I am the loaded gun. I’ve lived a life of desperate dreams. Wasted one today in a shower of smoke. Drunk young buck out to prove his draw. He did not heed the warning spoke. -I told him, “Just don’t look at me wrong.” I said, “I’m liable to waste you.” In the nasty last My shot was faster. My aim was just as true. I’ve gone and bled Boy Blue. So now he’ll come to hunt me down; the marshal, his posse, circus and noose. I could be over the last hill tonight. I could kill, or die, or sing the blues. Worth my soul for this spirit of freedom. I know they’ll come, yet I have no fears… Glory be! You won’t find me upon the hanging tree! Scream child, scream! Nobody cares. Let tornadoes twist and my cold blood run! I stole into this life like a bandit from a dream; this fate foreseen through the barrel of a gun. On my way in search of fortune. Will this end in a twist of fate? When there’s no place left to run to, will my guns get me through the gate? Shun your demons. Death awaits. Send the bodies home in crates. …I’ve made my way searching for my fate. I’ll be ready when I find it. Pathways narrow I dare to enter. Nobody ever dared to mind it. Sweet life so deadly, the days arise, when a bullet buys the keys, on this path there’s no tomorrow. I need more time for memories. It’s not my time to borrow. Wanted poster on the wall. Dead or alive. Price on my hide. Feel the heat. The hunter behind me. …Angel of death, be on my side. …And don’t you know, the seas are melting towards the sun. Aims his rifle. Trigger cocks. He’ll eat his dinner when he’s done. Silent puff of smoke from a shadow on a distant cliff. Sound follows impact, One well placed round, …my relief. My blood pours into a puddle on the ground. Couldn’t buy tomorrow for the price of my past. So carve me this on a cold slab of stone: “This one drew faster- -he did not last.” ~tentatio mortis honore~ By RaVen DaWn, otherwise… Dedicated to my friend here, Pickled beats!
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I personally think you got a knack for country beats
Adil x pickled needs to happen asap
whenever you're ready! 🔥
I just heard this and wrote an absolute banger in 10 minutes, incredible sound
great descriptions
I'm so gonna backroad to this.
Feeling it, gets in deeper past the surface.
Nice brother
This is fucking awesome
this is sick, definitely not my style but I'd totally be here for country beats and country hip hop to become more of a thing either way
Well my necks a little red.
My Chevys a little heavy.
4 barrels opened up..
till the guage says we're empty.
Down at the levee
on a Friday night.
Kick it by a bon fire
Not a cop in sight
Just freestyle to this song it came out good
🔥🔥🔥can this be purchased?
Yes! Email me at lgnmans@gmail.com
You do really great music. I would love to use for video ! Very dynamic music
I wrote sumn fire to this man I would post lyrics but I don’t want em stolen I really think it could go viral.
I'm trying to make a song with this onee, how do i buy lease to track?? :D such a good one here!!
link in the video bio!!
0:26 let's kick their asses
@@mrcoolshades5785 lets do it!
I have inspiration to write a new ballad, something of the old west changing. Hmmm. Maybe back to share, if it has any merit. This is swamp, high plains, boot stompin' and shines the moon like a clear blue flame. Carry on... No! I mean it! Please do carry on!!! ~RaVen~
I am pickled tink, uh, tickled pink to subscribe. Keeping to my word, I have hereunder placed a ballad partially based on your beat. Please enjoy and know that usually, my verse is not so long. Ballads are like novels or tales of history, yet in song, so I had to play it out. I thank you for the inspiration and hereby dedicate this one to you. Pickled Beats, you jam!!! ~RaVen~
THE LOADED GUN
I’m on my way,
-searching for the meaning.
I’ll walk through fire to find it!
Doorways darkened I dare to enter.
No one there dare mind it.
…..And don’t you know,
doom is drifting ‘round the watchtower walls.
There’s a blood on the fog.
The dice always loaded.
There’s hell in the rolls.
Empty footprints in the lifeless mud.
Whiskey pouring. Barmaids scoring.
Spurs for the stockings. Payment in blood.
Torches ride the wind behind me;
aimless arrows, her own desire.
Nothing there a dream could buy.
I ride away, -on a horse of fire.
I kill what comes too close.
I take what I want or it dies.
I have no regrets, no guilt to confess;
done just what I please, got no alibis.
Rolling free just like the river,
-always on the run.
Cherish the moments gone.
There is no room for tomorrow.
nor the rising of the sun.
Just pages turned that quickly burn.
I have no use for sorrow,
I am the loaded gun.
I am the loaded gun.
I’ve lived a life of desperate dreams.
Wasted one today in a shower of smoke.
Drunk young buck out to prove his draw.
He did not heed the warning spoke.
-I told him, “Just don’t look at me wrong.”
I said, “I’m liable to waste you.”
In the nasty last
My shot was faster.
My aim was just as true.
I’ve gone and bled Boy Blue.
So now he’ll come to hunt me down;
the marshal, his posse, circus and noose.
I could be over the last hill tonight.
I could kill, or die, or sing the blues.
Worth my soul for this spirit of freedom.
I know they’ll come, yet I have no fears…
Glory be! You won’t find me upon the hanging tree!
Scream child, scream! Nobody cares.
Let tornadoes twist and my cold blood run!
I stole into this life like a bandit from a dream;
this fate foreseen through the barrel of a gun.
On my way in search of fortune.
Will this end in a twist of fate?
When there’s no place left to run to,
will my guns get me through the gate?
Shun your demons. Death awaits.
Send the bodies home in crates.
…I’ve made my way
searching for my fate.
I’ll be ready when I find it.
Pathways narrow I dare to enter.
Nobody ever dared to mind it.
Sweet life so deadly, the days arise,
when a bullet buys the keys,
on this path there’s no tomorrow.
I need more time for memories.
It’s not my time to borrow.
Wanted poster on the wall.
Dead or alive. Price on my hide.
Feel the heat. The hunter behind me.
…Angel of death, be on my side.
…And don’t you know,
the seas are melting towards the sun.
Aims his rifle. Trigger cocks.
He’ll eat his dinner when he’s done.
Silent puff of smoke
from a shadow on a distant cliff.
Sound follows impact,
One well placed round, …my relief.
My blood pours into a puddle on the ground.
Couldn’t buy tomorrow for the price of my past.
So carve me this on a cold slab of stone:
“This one drew faster-
-he did not last.”
~tentatio mortis honore~
By RaVen DaWn,
otherwise…
Dedicated to my friend here, Pickled beats!
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Is this actually royalty free
its free for non profit usage. Use the link in my bio for purchase! 👾
Do I have to buy the beat from you? or is it a free to use beat?
Its free for non-profit use only. If you wanna make money with then you gotta buy it.
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Yo get a hold of me im going to blow here soon as i build my team LIVETHEDREAM thanks for listening all music no pen