The Last Gunfighters Ballard (The Remix) - Armadillo Texas

🌵 [Armadillo Texas] 🌵

 

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This is a little example (different theme) of my up coming exhibit at Monocle Man Space Gallery this up coming Saturday 10/15-10/30.

 

For the the last couple years doing this Flickr thing, I have been trying to find the best way to show a graphic novel series. The story board is the solution I came up with.

 

While my exhibit is more in the spirit of a story told in the 3rd person or in a narrative, than in the style of comic displayed here.

 

The Nihongo-ka exhibit is much more ambitious, A single theme, with 4 chapters and 5 images per chapter (20 total) and an accompany of a small story.

 

I hope you enjoy!

 

⛩[ Nihongo-ka, Exhibit At Monocle Man, 10/15/22 - 10/31/22]⛩

 

⛩[ Nihongo-ka, Exhibit Flyer]⛩

 

 

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🎼[The Last Gunfighter Ballad (Guy Clark)] 🎼

 

The old gunfighter on the porch

Stared into the sun

And relived the days of living by the gun

When deadly games of pride were played

And living was mistakes not made

 

And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

 

It's always keep your back to the sun

And he can almost feel the weight of the gun

It's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye

And it's a time for all slow men to die

And his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch

And he empties the gun at the son of a bitch

 

And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

 

Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar

He's back in his chair in front of the bar

And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried

And the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside

So buy him a drink and lend him an ear

He's nobody's fool and the only one here

 

Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Remember the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

 

He said I stood in that street before it was paved

Learned shoot or be shot before I could shave

And I did it all for the money and fame

Noble was nothing but feeling no shame

And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive

And all that I learned from a Colt 45

 

Was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Curse the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

 

Now he's just an old man that no one believes

Says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed

And there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge

Calling him out to the lunatic fringe

Now he's out in the traffic checking the sun

And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun

 

So much for the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

So much for the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

 

 

- Guy Clark

 

Done