Las Cruces
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Earl Greyhound | 23 Mar 2007 | 0 Comments | Share this...
I’ve looked at Las Cruces, New Mexico on a map (obsessively) and made plenty of imaginative speculations about its secrets and its place in the history of the Wild West. There’s a song in the works for my eventual album TULAROSA called “Last Ride to Las Cruces”—see excerpted lyrics below. Now that I’m surrounded by the present-day Americana of Las Cruces’ hotels and gas stations and highways, I’ve decided to persist in my imagination’s findings, keeping my eyes on the craggy mountains beyond, populating them with lone riders, feathered chiefs, and the wails of a shaman woman…
“Out here nobody gets the last laugh
They only die by a beginner’s hand
Like Patty Garrett did to Billy the Kid
Just like the killers Billy’s bullets did in...”
