| Lyrics The Hunter could not stand it no more,
 Couldn’t stand his Aspen slums
 He pranced about like a dignitary
 But his heart paled to that of a bum
 It was so easy to travel the “Heming” way
 He reached out with both arms and he embraced surrenderFor he could see no solace in yet another cheap bender
 No longer was it easy to face the setting sun
 So Tommy got his gun, away from life he chose to runProject him towards the setting sun in six months
 The Hunter could not fake it no more,He could not shift the blame
 For football season is over now,
 There will be no more games
 No more bombs, no more walking, no more fun
 Tommy’s got a gun
 You are getting greedy now, act your old age 17 more than we needed, 17 more than we wantedRelax, this won’t hurt…
 
 Composition © 2005 Ric Albano and Hunter S. ThompsonPublication © 2009, 2011 Cygnus Wave Music
 | Song Info Composed on February 25, 2005
 Recorded starting on August 10, 2009
 at Saturation Acres (II), DuPont, PA
 Produced by Ric Albano
 Engineered by Bret Alexander
 Mixed and Mastered in 2009
 at Cygnus Wave Studios
 Released: September 9, 2009
 on Imaginary Lines 33
 PerformersRic Albano
 Piano, Bass Guitar, Vocals
 Erik Trabert
 Electric Guitars
 Ron Simasek
 Drums
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   Analysis: A simple but haunting song with lyrics that were fused together from different sources and points of view. Writer Hunter S. Thompson shot himself on February 20, 2005 and Ric Albano composed the original part of this song a few days later in response. Months later, the contents of Thompson’s suicide were revealed and much of that was lifeted ver batim for the ending of this song, including the final, chilling line; “relax, this won’t hurt”. Song Trivia
  Although Hunter S. Thompson has several music credits, mostly in the spoken word and “gonzo” genres, he is credited for composing songs for only two musical acts – Warren Zevon and Imaginary Lines. |