{"id":20027,"date":"2026-03-03T12:59:17","date_gmt":"2026-03-03T11:59:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=20027"},"modified":"2026-04-07T22:43:57","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T21:43:57","slug":"sky-division-saddle-silence-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=20027","title":{"rendered":"Sky Division &#8211; Saddle &#038; Silence, 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-20027-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_saddle_and_silence_rnd1.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_saddle_and_silence_rnd1.mp3\">https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_saddle_and_silence_rnd1.mp3<\/a><\/audio><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSky Division &#8211; &#8220;<strong>Saddle &#038; Silence<\/strong>&#8220;, 2026 \/ Primitive Heart<br \/>\n&#8230;a man singing about the simplicity of cowboy&#8217;s life, but also about his struggle with modern changes, many of his friends have gone away lured by city life, he gets letters from Dallas, according to him they traded dust for pavement, stars for a flicker and a screen, they claim in Dallas the noise feels endless : )<br \/>\n<div style=\"width: 640px;\" class=\"wp-video\"><video class=\"wp-video-shortcode\" id=\"video-20027-1\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" preload=\"metadata\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"video\/mp4\" src=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_saddle_and_silence_2026_or1.mp4?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_saddle_and_silence_2026_or1.mp4\">https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_saddle_and_silence_2026_or1.mp4<\/a><\/video><\/div><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<em>Saddle &#038; Silence \/ Lyrics<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Sun pulls me out of my blankets<br \/>\nBefore my thoughts drift in<\/p>\n<p>Old bay gelding&#8217;s waiting<br \/>\nChewing rope like it&#8217;s a game<br \/>\nHe knows my boots<br \/>\nBefore I call his name<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s me and my horse<br \/>\nAnd the long long land<br \/>\nAll that I own<br \/>\nFits in my hands<br \/>\nIf the whole world changes<br \/>\nAll wired and strange<br \/>\nMe and my horse<br \/>\nStill ride the same<\/p>\n<p>Gate chain clinks at daybreak<br \/>\nHe nudges at my sleeve<br \/>\nWe circle slow through cattle<br \/>\nCounting lives that never leave<\/p>\n<p>Wind sings low in the cotton<br \/>\nCreek runs thin and brown<br \/>\nI talk small talk to my shadow<br \/>\nHe just stares at the ground<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s me and my horse<br \/>\nAnd the long long land<br \/>\nAll that I own<br \/>\nFits in my hands<br \/>\nIf the whole world changes<br \/>\nAll wired and strange<br \/>\nMe and my horse<br \/>\nStill ride the same<\/p>\n<p>Letters come from Dallas<br \/>\nBright ink<br \/>\nHigh-rise dreams<br \/>\nCards from old hands<br \/>\nSmiling<br \/>\nIn electric window beams<\/p>\n<p>They traded dust for pavement<br \/>\nStars for a flicker and a screen<br \/>\nThey say the noise feels endless<br \/>\nI say I know what they mean<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s me and my horse<br \/>\nAnd the long long land<br \/>\nAll that I own<br \/>\nFits in my hands<br \/>\nIf the whole world changes<br \/>\nAll wired and strange<br \/>\nMe and my horse<br \/>\nStill ride the same<\/p>\n<p>Some nights I feel that hunger<br \/>\nFor streets that never sleep<br \/>\nFor faces I ain&#8217;t branded<br \/>\nFor a promise they all keep<\/p>\n<p>Then I hear his slow soft breathing<br \/>\nFeel his shoulder against my side<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a road in his dark eye shining<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s the only road I ride<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s me and my horse<br \/>\nAnd the long long land<br \/>\nAll that I own<br \/>\nFits in my hands<br \/>\nIf the whole world changes<br \/>\nAll wired and strange<br \/>\nMe and my horse<br \/>\nStill ride the same<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; 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