Ourland
Terry Allen · Other Songs - Terry Allen
Ourland is my land
Her history is calling me
From the shoes of another land
To ourland across the sea
Well I fancy a bomb inside my head
Ticking for the men
And Iæ?£l put it in a little cafe
And blow æ?¹m to hell again
An I fancy a pistol in my coat
Loaded for the kill
And weæ?£l gun the ones who run outside
I swear by god we will
Chorus
An I fancy a knife inside my pants
Bone handled razor sharp
An weæ?£l run ones that survive the blast
And cut them in the dark
An I fancy my hands behind the wheel
An their wounded aæ?£aying down
And weæ?£l punch the gas and run it fast
An grind them in the ground
Chorus
An I fancy their widows under me
Squealin with delight
So we'll have our fun then when weæ?®e done
We'll garrote them in the night
An we fancy their children a crying then
But we will pat their heads
And sing them to sleep with a firemanæ?¯ song
Then burn them in their beds
Chorus repeats
Ourland
Terry Allen stands as a defining figure in American roots music, celebrated for his vivid storytelling and deep connection to the landscapes of Texas and Oklahoma. His discography frequently explores the cultural textures of the American Southwest, blending country, folk, and rock into a distinctive sonic identity. "Ourland" continues this tradition, reflecting Allen's signature ability to capture the spirit of place and the nuances of regional life. As a multifaceted artist who has also made significant contributions as a visual artist and curator, Allen's musical work often serves as an auditory map of his surroundings. This recording fits within a broader catalogue that includes acclaimed compilations from the Sugar Hill era, showcasing his enduring influence on the genre. The song exemplifies his commitment to documenting the human experience through a lens that is both intimate and expansive.