John Mercy - West Of The American Night - feat. Raquel Ralha, Pedro Antunes, Susana Ribeiro, L.Rossi

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“The only truth is music”
Jack Kerouac

JOHN MERCY: Vocals, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Hammond B3, Banjo, Vox Continental, Sound Design
RAQUEL RALHA: Vocals
PEDRO ANTUNES: Bass
LAURENT ROSS: French Horn
SUSANA RIBEIRO: Glockenspiel

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered at the Blue House Studio by John Mercy.

Released via Lux Records, Ldt Edition Vinyl & Cd

Lyrics & Music: John Mercy

[WEST OF THE AMERICAN NIGHT]

That one day, he said, I woke up stranded under the bed and couldn’t breathe or feel any sound. I gasped for words with my arms open wide. I could see colours dancing near and heard all kinds of fabulous tiny secret windows into my delirium.
Now the angel had returned.
He was moonstruck again.
The following day, the smoke had settled down. All was true and real and meaningful thoughts came to me, out of the blue, in a strange and new diabolical way.There was someone creeping in, but I kept him There... Real quiet.
Now the angel had returned.
He was moonstruck again.
The devil himself was never that far from heaven.
That murderous sky across America: an undone bird.
Jack, I tumbled down to hell at the feet of LuAnne, and would you know that her days were just as mine? That’s when I found I was real gone over her.
I went back and drove my fist through the wall. She fell to her knees, with her eyes on the prize: The gun I brought her to kill me. With the barrel to my head, there she lingered. I viciously waited that sweet release. I told her this is the part where we die. She whispered "no" and then I found I was real gone.
Now the angel had returned.
He was moonstruck again.
The devil himself was never that far from heaven.
That murderous sky across America: an undone bird.
You have finally come to me. And so we picked up our pace and drove out to the west of the American night. We drove out to the West of the American night. We dreamt out the West of the American night.

(R) Rossio Music Publishing / SPA

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