Old New Mexico Tales

"The pampered old folks of the ‘Time Before’ cracked the veil between the worlds when they set of their atomic bombs.  A  handful of things slithered through the cracks but overall it held like a cracked windshield till the Fall shattered everything. It sundered the veil allowing all sorts of creatures and critters to hop, crawl and swoop in to our plump little world. They gleefully fed off the misery of the Apocalypse and have remained here ever since. They are the things you do not quite see out of the corner of your eye or that sound you wake up to at night that was obviously in your dream. To you they are mere superstitious tales and stories; to them you are dinner…"

Emmett Hatter-Brown, inmate at the Texican Asylum (Austin), shortly before his unexplained disappearance.

"And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
Any man that would fight to the death crossed over
But him that would live, better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine

Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo

Bowie lay dying, but his powder was ready and dry
Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply
And young David Crockett was singing and laughing
With gallantry fears in his eyes
For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die

Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo

And then they sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
"Grieve not little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be"

Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!                 
That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo"

Texican Folk Song

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SS Lirio Real

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Tex Lou

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