Fred Will

Fred Will

A Western Odyssey
    Prologue

    Fred Will tells the story of a man who leaves his family and ranch in Tennessee to pursue gold in 1848.

    Song One

    Simple

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    Lyrics

    Simple is the meadow
    Simple are the sheep
    Simple is the whistle
    That the yellow lark does sing
    Simple is the bitter
    Simple is the sweet
    Simple is the joy that these things bring

    I'm a simple man
    I have a simple heart
    I have a simple life
    I play a simple part

    And looking at the stars a man can sure start feeling small
    But, I don't mind at all
    No, I don't mind at all

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Simple]

    Song Two

    How to
    Miss You

    Greta’s song

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    Lyrics

    It wasn't so scary
    To move and get married
    I already needed to

    And I didn't mind being a housewife
    I’d be glad to do it for you

    But wanting and needing are two different feelings
    I don't think I much like "having to"

    What a young girl's dreaming and what a woman's needing
    They don't match how I want them to

    You show me you love me
    I like how you touch me
    I carried the children we raise
    You're a provider, while I'm a survivor
    Living with the choices I made

    And I swear I ain't blaming you, darling
    For the fire I'm taming inside
    I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
    When you're all that I've known for my whole adult life

    I swear I still love you
    But love don’t equate to
    Everything that a woman can bring

    I get suffocated
    From being domesticated
    I want to run wild and do foolish things

    And I swear I ain't blaming you, darling
    For the wild horse I'm taming inside
    I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
    When I’m bridled by being your bride

    Making ends meet in a dry Tennessee
    Ain’t the life that I hoped it would be
    You ain’t got a life except your work and your wife
    And there’s gotta be more than this provincial life

    And I swear I ain't blaming you, darling
    For the space that I feel like I need
    I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
    When you’re always right here next to me

    I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
    And I wish that I knew what that means

    Journal

    [Journal entry after How to Miss You]

    Song Three

    Richer

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    Lyrics

    You told me for richer or for poorer
    You told me in sickness and in health
    I'd rather have the latter than the former
    But wouldn't it be nice to have some wealth?

    When you were my young wife
    The future seemed so far away
    But ain't that just the way of life
    Good Lord, that feels like yesterday

    I love you
    I wish that I could stay
    Six months on a horse's back until I reach
    California
    I'll miss you
    And you know that I'm no quitter
    You stood by me when we've been poor
    So stand by me and wait for us to be richer

    We could blame the drought, the sheep are dying
    But we've been in a dry spell for some time
    Despite the fact that our bed keeps on breaking
    There's something that is longing in your eyes

    I promised your daddy
    That I'd take care of you
    And you know I ain't a liar
    So that's what I still intend to do

    I've never felt the odds were in my favor
    But I'm betting that California gold will be our family's savior

    I love you
    I wish that I could stay
    Six months on a horse's back until I reach
    California
    I'll miss you
    And you know that I'm no quitter
    You stood by me when we've been poor
    So stand by me and wait for us to be richer

    I'll be back and we will all be richer

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Richer]

    Song Four

    Move Along

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    Lyrics

    I own nothing
    But the clothes upon my back
    Boots on my feet
    And this mess kit in a sack
    I'm minding my own business
    And my business is my own
    Move along
    Move along

    What did you just say?
    I sure hope I heard you wrong
    Move along
    Move along

    You got a lot more mouth than sense young man
    I ought to beat some sense into your head
    But I'd rather not
    Just move along

    Aw what the hell
    I wasn't sleeping good anyway
    Might as well
    put a jackass in his place

    And if it comes to hands
    You ought to grab a rock
    And if it comes to guns
    You won't need a doc
    You'll need a priest

    You'll need to plead up to your Lord and Savior
    He's your only hope
    I'll make sure you stand holy
    You'll be wearin' your red robes
    By the grace of God
    You will be welcomed to your brand new home
    Oh
    Move along
    Move along

    I own nothing
    But the clothes upon my back
    The boots on my feet
    And this mess kit in a sack

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Move Along]

    Song Five

    Buffalo

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    Lyrics

    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    The buffalo are moving
    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    The buffalo are wise
    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    Together, the buffalo are thriving
    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    Alone, the buffalo dies

    My dear and sweetest Greta
    My heart belongs to you
    My Greta you're a daisy
    And a herd is rolling through
    Remember when we were together
    On a meadow across the hill
    I felled a white-tail doe
    And I feel guilty for it still
    You held me with a smile
    Said you loved my tender heart
    But our kids can't grow on sentiment
    And that might have played a part

    In how I've fallen far from grace now
    And far from Graceland I now go
    As I slowly make my way
    Going the way of the buffalo

    I've fallen far from grace now
    And far from Graceland I now go
    As I slowly make my way
    Going the way of the buffalo
    Of the buffalo
    Of the buffalo

    I found a prairie clover
    And it made me think of you
    You might not think of me each night
    But I'm hoping that you do
    But if I die in this desert
    Well I hope you will re-wed
    And that you'll always miss my tender heart
    I'll always be your Fred

    And here I go-oh-oh
    Far from grace
    I'm far from Graceland I now go
    As I slowly make my way
    Going the way of the buffalo
    Of the buffalo
    Of the buffalo
    Of the buffalo

    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    The buffalo are moving
    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    The buffalo are wise
    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    Together, the buffalo are thriving
    Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
    Alone, the buffalo dies

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Buffalo]

    Song Six

    Ace of Lies

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    Lyrics

    The West has a wicked appetite
    It's a beast and it feasts on foolish pride
    I've seen it chew men up
    and spit 'em out

    A twister came through and stripped the town
    Just a bowl of dust and not a living soul to be found
    Such in empty hollow sound

    But there ain't nothing as goddamned as a man
    Who thinks he's been dealt a hand
    when it's all just random chance
    There ain't no "better than"

    Get off your horse, it's much too high
    You ain't holy 'cause you're white
    That's a house of cards that's built on the ace of lies
    On the ace of lies
    On the ace of lies

    A man ain't fit for chains
    Can't put a price on the human soul
    There ain't nothing pure about a bloodline
    when there are bloodlines bought and sold
    Incomprehensible, how reprehensible
    There's no denying I'm defying out of principle
    If it's a predator I measure that it could be shot
    But this is more of a disease than a beast that stalks
    And so I gotta root it out from deep within
    Even if it's just too far gone
    You can't kill evil ideas
    But you can cut the branch they're growing on

    And I ain't preaching to the choir
    Unless you count this starry sky
    What can a forlorn cowboy do against such hate?
    I guess we'll have to wait and see
    I don't suffer fools, fools suffer me

    They're as simple as my sheep
    I'll put 'em down as they sleep

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Ace of Lies]

    Song Seven

    All is Lost

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    Lyrics

    FredI got a dark thought
    But it don't feel bad
    Might be the darkest, bright idea that I've ever had
    I ain't acting out of anger, I'm acting on what I said
    You don't let a cock kill it's flock without taking its head
    And if two lefts don't make a right
    But three do
    I'll take three eyes for an eye
    I'll take three teeth for one tooth
    You see, if you don't reproach
    on the folks that keep taking eyes
    Then the whole world ends up blind
    Killing villains keeps civilians alive
    If violence ain't the answer, then you got the wrong question
    Justice is godly, due justice is just man's invention

    Is it immoral to insist to keep
    These ugly wolves from eating my sheep?
    Am I my neighbor's keeper if I don't keep
    The peace by making these beasts deceased?
    I won't stand for it, won't wash my hands of it
    If my hands have to get dirty, then I can handle it
    I am the angel of death, I am the devil that knocks
    And if a man can’t take a stand against darkness,
    then all is lost
    All is lost

    NedWhachu think you're doing, Fred?
    You feeling strong?
    You're soft as the pillow you ain't slept on for so long
    You gonna cry another river 'bout how we done wrong?
    Pack it up, you Yankee Doodle, Dandy, candy, ranch-hand sob
    You think you're tough, but you don't know the taste of blood
    You could kiss the dirt on my boot and think that it's love
    And I bet you'd think to like it 'cause it's brown and black
    You're too dumb to know the difference from a mare and an ass
    You got some mud in your blood?
    That's why you're acting this way?
    You know nobody has to know if it's been washed away
    And besides, you got a nice, white wife
    So your babies ain't maimed by Cain's stained hide

    Is it immoral to insist to keep
    These ugly wolves from eating my sheep?
    Am I my neighbor's keeper if I don't keep
    The peace by making these beasts deceased?
    I won't stand for it, won't wash my hands of it
    If my hands have to get dirty, then I can handle it

    I am the angel of death,
    I am the devil that knocks
    I know I ain't without sin
    That's why I ain't throwing rocks

    I am the shepherd of light
    The sun will come up red
    You fell asleep alive
    You gonna wake up dead

    Journal

    [Journal entry after All is Lost]

    Song Eight

    Death

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    Lyrics

    Nothing can ready a man for the rattle of death when it comes to the end
    Nothing can steady the hand of a man who is taking the life of a man in his hands

    I'm tellin' you, it'll haunt you
    You think your blood is cold?
    Now heaven doesn't want you,
    the devil's in your ear, and now your lot's been bought and sold.

    When all of the light from the light in his eyes is as dark as the heart in your chest.
    When all of your anger and all of the doubt in yourself was what you wanted dead

    But killing a demon don't make you a saint, the devil may say that it's good, but it ain't
    Ain't redemption in killing except that they're gone, gone, gone

    I'm telling you, it'll haunt you
    You think your blood is cold
    Now heaven doesn't want you, the devil's in your ear, and now your lot's been bought and sold

    Nothing is there once the spirit is flown,
    a body of flesh and a body of bone
    Back in the earth of dirt and of stone, and of death,
    of death,
    of death

    I'm telling you, it'll haunt you

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Death]

    Song Nine

    Blood

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    Lyrics

    I don't mean to be cruel
    Didn't mean to cause pain
    I would say I didn't mean to hurt nobody
    But herding is my middle name
    I could do some good work
    From the sweat of my brow
    But the crops don't pay the bills
    And it ain't what I'm good at anyhow

    What's a man to do
    When what he's best at isn't lawful?
    I can tell you it feels an awful lot
    Like blowing at the wind
    'Cause that grindstone keeps on grinding
    And it doesn't pay you back
    For all your sweat and tears
    So after all these years I'm out for blood
    After all these years I'm out for blood

    I hope that you'll forgive me
    I'm sure that you'll outlive me
    But I'll keep sending money
    And you keep spending what I send

    You might call it blood money
    But I'll keep the part that's bloody
    And all the rest you can spend on you and all the kids
    I don't do it 'cause it's thrilling
    I'm just too damn good at killing
    I know it's mean
    But it's a means to an end

    What's a man to do
    When what he's best at isn't lawful?
    I can tell you it feels an awful lot
    Like blowing at the wind
    'Cause that grindstone keeps on grinding
    And it doesn't pay you back
    For all your sweat and tears
    So after all these years I'm out for blood
    After all these years I'm out for blood

    And I'll remind you again
    These are not the kind of men
    That warrant any pity
    I'm just saying how it is

    Sent with all my love
    Your lover and your friend
    I'm out for blood
    I'm out for blood
    I'm out for
    Blood

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Blood]

    Song Ten

    Margarita

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    Lyrics

    I was tied into my saddle
    As I approached from the east
    Within an inch of dying
    From that New Mexican heat
    And I heard a woman crying
    She was pleading for her life
    She was holding a young child
    With a dead man at her side
    And the cruel man standing over her
    Was ugly as a mud fence
    But he looked a little better
    With a bullet in his head

    I coulda' asked a couple questions
    But I did what I had to do
    Seems to me that nine times out of ten
    One and one makes two

    So don't you lay hands on a woman
    That's rule number one
    The only warning that I'm giving
    Is the bang of my gun
    You don't lay hands on a woman
    You ought to always treat them kind
    God just might forgive you but
    Vengeance will be mine

    Her name was Margarita
    First I'd heard that name
    And I can't say that I've ever seen
    A more beautiful face
    She was all alone and desperate
    With a young child to raise
    And I can't work a miracle but
    I can show some grace

    I know I have a wife back home
    And a man can't have two wives
    But I left that me in Tennessee
    And now I have two lives

    I'll hold you Margarita
    Give you all the love you need
    I'll take care of you and that young boy
    And let you take care of me

    And if all of this is sinning
    Then a sinful life it is
    God may not forgive me but
    Vengeance will be his

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Margarita]

    Song Eleven

    Te Amo

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    Lyrics

    Mi novia, Federico

    Come get close to me
    I wanna feel you breathe
    I want our bones to touch
    Te amo very much

    Touch me with your hands
    Tell me what you like
    I wanna give you love
    And I wanna love you right

    I wanna love you right

    Come get on my body
    And I'll get on yours
    I can ride a man
    Like you can ride a horse

    Thunder in the sky
    Hearin the wind blow
    The dessert may be dry
    But loving you ain't so
    No I sure ain't so

    I ask you if it's love or lust
    You say "What's the difference?
    Both of em's a must
    There ain't no difference."

    I know what I'm feelin'
    And I know what I see, así así
    Te amo I teach you to say
    And making love is how you show me

    This is how you show me

    I ask you if it's love or lust
    You say "What's the difference?
    Both of em's a must
    There ain't no difference."

    I know what I'm feelin'
    And I know what I see, así así
    Te amo is what you say
    And making love is how you show me

    Ohhh

    Te amo you show me

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Te Amo]

    Song Twelve

    Son of a Gun

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    Lyrics

    Hay Dios mío,
    Frederico
    Why are there monsters at our door?

    They’re lookin for a man
    That lives in the past
    I ain’t that man no more

    ¿Qué hablando,
    Frederico?
    Do you sell your woman smoke?

    I’m so sorry my darlin’
    I prayed you’d never know
    I only wanted to save you
    I only wanted to get right
    I hope that you’ll forgive me
    And that you outlive me tonight

    I was covered in a scarlet sin,
    It was the darkest shade of red
    There was no hope in forgiving
    And so I tried forgetting instead

    You are a son of the divine
    You can be baptized
    By water
    And by fire
    And by the blood of Christ

    No, I’m a son of a gun
    I have a shadow to outrun
    Flee with me
    You sure can't stay
    Let’s go to California

    Santo Miguel the Archangel
    Be with us tonight

    Defend us in battle. Cast out the devil.
    See us through to the sunrise

    Santo Miguel the Archangel
    Save us from these flames

    And thrust into hell the infidels
    Who brought us to Satan’s gates

    Te amo,
    Frederico
    Come get close to me

    I wanna feel you breathe
    I want our bones to touch

    Te amo, very much

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Son of a Gun]

    Song Thirteen

    The River

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    Lyrics

    Once there was a river.
    It ran from east to west.
    And it knew where it was goin
    And it knew what path was best

    Oh the river
    The river
    The river runs downhill
    And it wouldn’t be a river
    If it was standing still

    That long and lonesome river
    It took the smoothest course
    And that river started winding
    Started drifting from the north

    Oh the river
    The river
    The river runs downhill
    And it wouldn’t be a river
    If it was standing still

    When the river reached the desert
    And its runnin all ran dry
    Didn’t know where else to go
    Bein so low comin from so high

    Oh the river
    The river
    The river runs downhill
    And it wouldn’t be a river
    If it was standing still

    So the river quit its runnin
    And it settled in the earth
    Don’t know what to call it now
    What’s a dried up river worth?

    Now the river
    The river
    The river runs uphill
    Doesn’t know what keeps it going
    Other than its force of will

    Oh the river
    The river
    The river runs uphill
    And it wouldn’t be a river
    If it was standing still

    Journal

    [Journal entry after The River]

    Song Fourteen

    Santa Fe

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    Lyrics

    Every night I'm sleeping on the edge of a knife
    Keeping my head. staying alive
    When I'm in a coffin I'll be resting my eyes
    That'll be fine when it's my time
    Chains can break but I can't make these demons go away
    They'll be back for more, they won't hesitate
    That's why i left baby all the way in Santa Fe
    And I ain't coming back ain't no other way

    Once I was a mountain now'm a tumbling weed
    Gone with the wind. Captive and free
    Dying of my thirst but I can't reach no more streams
    Death finds us all, but I'm still hiding
    That's why I won't make it and I won't ever be saved
    You are what you are. You get what you make.
    If it is a fire then I'm gonna let it blaze
    Burning down my life just like I did in Santa Fe

    Ooh, ooh
    Don't it all come back for you
    Ooh, ooh
    I'm howling at the moon

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Santa Fe]

    Song Fifteen

    Gold

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    Lyrics

    No gold, I ain't find none
    I hate to break it to you but nobody does
    Gold ain't there for findin'
    It's something that you take
    If there was enough to go around then gold wouldn't be the way to help you better your position
    Above your fellow man
    This ain't the Garden of Eden, it's a lone and dreary wasteland and there's no gold
    In this rusty little tin
    So I'm afraid I gotta take it, there are seven deadly sins and six are gold

    Oh, six are gold
    No gold, I ain't find none
    I hate to break it to you, sonny, and nobody does
    Gold ain't in the mountains'
    No gold in the lakes
    If there was gold in heaven then the rich wouldn't let us pray. There's no gold at the bottom.
    No gold in your pan.
    This ain't no Garden of Eden, it's a lone and dreary wasteland and there's no gold
    In this rusty little tin
    So I'm afraid I gotta take it, there are seven deadly sins and six are gold

    Six are gold
    Six are gold
    Six are gold
    Six are gold

    Lust for gold
    I'm a glutton for the gold
    Pride cometh before the fall and I fall before the gold
    I feel a wrath that's golden and I'm greedy for it too
    Oh, I envy all my brothers who have more gold than I do

    No gold, I ain't find none
    I hate to break it to you but nobody does
    Gold ain't there for findin'
    It's something that you take
    And if there was enough to go around then gold wouldn't be the way to help you better your position
    Above your fellow man
    This ain't no Garden of Eden, it's a lone and dreary wasteland and there's no gold
    In this rusty little tin
    So I'm afraid I gotta take it, there are seven deadly sins and six are gold
    Six are gold

    Journal

    [Journal entry after Gold]

    Song Sixteen

    Poorer

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    Lyrics

    I told her for richer and for poorer
    I told her in sickness and in health
    I thought myself an unafraid explorer
    But finding gold just made me lose myself

    When she was my young wife
    The future seemed so far away
    But now I just blink my eyes
    And the future turned into yesterday
    I loved her
    I wish that I had stayed
    Six months turned into six years
    And I sold my soul to California
    I miss her
    Ain't nothing I wouldn't do forer
    When I was poorest I was rich
    And now I'm rich and I've never been poorer
    I've never been poorer

    Put me out to pasture
    I'm a foolish selfish bastard
    I'm about as sound a shepherd
    As a mangy hungry wolf
    I know nothing gold can stay
    And I threw it all away
    Ain't nothing I wouldn't do forer
    But now I'm rich and I've never been poorer
    I've never been poorer

    Story Synopsis Contains spoilers · tap to read

    Fred's Tennessee ranch is struggling. The river has dried up. Greta, his wife, comes from money and is unaccustomed to poverty. Leaving her with their young son and two small daughters, Fred sets out with a few other men from town, among them his neighbor Ned Moyer, and makes for California in search of gold. Along the way, Fred encounters unanticipated violence and competition, and he begins to learn of his own strength despite his predisposition toward pacifism. He soon discovers that Ned and several others in the party are fire-eaters, and he is subjected to the indoctrination of white supremacy, a notion he naturally abhors. When he learns that they have been killing Black and Native people and stealing their riches, something inside him breaks. He infiltrates their ranks and exterminates them, Ned included. In the process, he effectively steals what amounts to millions of dollars and flees the Oregon Trail, heading south. Alone.

    He sends money back to his family in Tennessee, but he is hell-bent on reaching California to earn a fortune of his own, or to wash the stolen one clean. On the brink of death, Fred stumbles into Santa Fe and saves the life of Margarita, a Mexican woman, from a cruel local man who had murdered her husband. He marries Margarita.

    Fred tries to forget his bloody past, but the man he killed in Santa Fe was a fire-eater too, and his brothers are relentless trackers. They hunt Fred down and burn his home, killing Margarita and her son, never knowing he is the same man who slaughtered their kin on the Oregon Trail. Fred takes his vengeance and musters the will to finish his journey to the California gold he set out for.

    There is no gold.

    Heartbroken, guilt-ridden, and incredibly wealthy, Fred makes his way back to Tennessee. It has been six years. His son is nearly a man; his daughters barely remember him. Greta has married Ned's brother, Dale Moyer. And Fred learns at last that it was the Moyers who choked off the river and ruined the Will farm.

    Matthew Beynon

    The story of Fred Will is created by Matt Beynon. All songs - the lyrics and melodies, were written by the creator. The songs, in their current state, were produced using AI enhancement tools as a way to capture an intended future production state. These songs are not intended to be distributed.