Edit: Initially, the wrong song was posted on the video, it has been corrected.
I imagine its the steady, confident touch of a man in his prime (yes, that is a Boycycle reference) that lets those first few chords roll off his guitar and ring out toyingly, looking out in the distance at some disobedient mountain range as a cigarette dangles from his mouth. He knows you like what you’re hearing and he’ll start playing in tempo when he damn right feels like it. It’s not quite as emphatic as The Rock’s (that’s Dwayne Johnson to you ‘Race To Witch Mountain’ fans) catchphrase “Know your damn role and shut your damn mouth” but he’s got you where he wants you.
On his steel horse he rides, and this cowboy isn’t afraid to lay on some thick reverb when the occasion calls for it. He’s got enough to go around, and he’s more than ready to bask in his clichéd existence. When the full band comes crashing in with a resounding, but not overly dramatic thump, he’s just caught up slamming the door on the fingers of some two-bit criminal.
Those ghostly, “Desire Lines”-esque falsettos you hear? Yeah, those catchy wails are the unfortunate souls that came between our hero and his women (or men, an obvious Brokeback Mountain reference fits in pretty well here). On his daily patrols, beads of sweat cascade down his forehead and are met by the dense vegetation of his beard, like the ringing guitar that counters the phantasmic choral melody in the triumphant moments that cap off “Welcome.” A spiraling trip of runny colors the song’s been lusting at since its opening, the fuzzy blur of emotions our champion tries to cling to as he goes to bed, a gloating out-of-focus recollection of his worn victory laps. Muted grays that strain towards faded greens and blues, bleached again as exhaustion weakens.