Circles in the Sand b​/​w Ramblin' Man

by Cactus Black

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Rhett Huebschmann
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Rhett Huebschmann After "Las Cruces," I didn't know if there was going to be any dust left to kick up, but these guys just keep on kicking up more, and somewhere in the world, it's all ending up in a guy named Lefty's mouth. This two song teaser is exactly what happens when you take a shower in whiskey with your punk spikes on. Favorite track: Ramblin' Man.
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released December 15, 2014

Recorded by Allen Laws, Brookstown Recording Studio

Clay Blackwell - Guitar, vox
Randy Heck - Bass
Sunday the Drifter - Drums

Circles in the Sand written by Cactus Black, Cactus Black Rock Music (BMI)
Ramblin' Man written by Hank Williams



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Track Name: Circles in the Sand
the sun is a specter over my right shoulder
haunts my body til the day is over
the shadow i cast is a thinner version
of the fading frame of a familiar person

pray to that sun to go hide behind the clouds
pray to that moon not to betray where i lay down
and if i need repent for the life that i have lived
i’ll offer up my soul now to the highest bid

and i could search for refuge or a better place to stand
but I keep drawing circles in the sand

The shelter up ahead is a welcome sight
but the focus it requires has become a bitter fight
and decisions i’ve made are neither prudent nor wise
my effort is waning like my will to survive

and the vultures fly over just where I stand
their shadows grow larger casting circles in the sand

and all these afflictions that i conjure from the air
are passive excuses to neglect all my affairs
and i pray that the last place i lay my head
is not as lonesome as the life that i have led

and my last drink of water drips from my hand
and falls to the ground making circles in the sand