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Theme For An Imaginary Western
Jack Bruce Lyrics


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When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and further on
Painted wagon of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone

Sometimes travelin' through the darkness
Met the summer comin' home
Fallen faces by the wayside
Looked as if they might have known




Oh, the sun was in their eyes
And the desert that dried
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds

Oh, the dancing and the singing
Oh, the music when they played
Oh, the fires that they started
Oh, the girls with no regret

Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it
Often lost it along the way
Fought each other to possess it
Sometimes died in sight of day

Oh, the sun was in their eyes
And the desert that dried
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Theme for an Imaginary Western" by Jack Bruce tell the story of a group of travelers leaving the confines of the city, venturing into the wilderness towards the west. The song paints a vivid image of a caravan, full of colorful wagons trekking through dusty roads, with the morning sun reflecting off the painted surfaces. The travelers are met with both the beauty of the summer, and the hardships of the journey, as they pass by the fallen faces of those who may have known they were passing through.


As the travelers move through the country town, they find moments of joy, dancing and singing around the fires they create. But the journey is not without strife, as they fight each other to possess what they find along the way. The song touches on the contrast between the stunning beauty of the west and its dangers, with the sun shining in their eyes while they navigate dry deserts and dusty paths.


Line by Line Meaning

When the wagons leave the city
As soon as the wagons depart from the city


For the forest and further on
Towards the forest and beyond


Painted wagon of the morning
Delightful wagon displaying morning colors


Dusty roads where they have gone
Routes covered in dust by the passing of the wagons


Sometimes travelin' through the darkness
Traveling at night with insufficient light


Met the summer comin' home
The summer seemed to arrive


Fallen faces by the wayside
Sad countenances left behind


Looked as if they might have known
Appearing to have prior knowledge of something


Oh, the sun was in their eyes
The glare of the sun was in their vision


And the desert that dried
The parched desert land that was drying out


In the country town
In the rural settlement


Where the laughter sounds
Where the giggles can be heard


Oh, the dancing and the singing
The dance moves and vocal performance


Oh, the music when they played
The rhythm when they created music


Oh, the fires that they started
The blazing flames they ignited


Oh, the girls with no regret
The carefree females with no remorse


Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it
At times they discovered it, at times they retained it


Often lost it along the way
Frequently misplaced it during the journey


Fought each other to possess it
Clashed with one another to own it


Sometimes died in sight of day
Sometimes expired in broad daylight




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jack Bruce, Peter Constantine Brown

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