Dim the lights. Settle in. Here’s a stripped down track from Al Cabrón with the broodiness dial cranked up. Outlaw Americana meets Country Gothic. 

This one’s an homage to Sarah Winchester. Mad industrialist in west San José a century before it became Silicon Valley. 

Why did she hire 3 teams of carpenters to work 24 hours a day 7 days a week… for 36 years? Building and rebuilding an immaculate shambles of hallways and stairwells stitching a chaotic web of 160 rooms?

Grief does funny things to us all. 

Enjoy. Add it to a playlist. And send it to your friend who’s most obsessed with gloom. 

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Audio: “Sarah Winchester’s Repeating Arms” by Al Cabrón

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Sarah Winchester’s Repeating Arms

I have preyed on other men. The sun has preyed on me
Burned its bleach into my bones in drought and desert heat
I keep your 30/30 polished every day
And pray the meat is on my bones when they’re back in San José

Some say you hear Apache ghosts riding through the halls
Or the sound of pounding hammers drowns out Henry’s calls
But I’ve seen the vault inside the vault and the vault inside of there
Where you keep a pair of pictures and a single lock of hair

Hang on. Hang on. Hold me down
Hold me down with your repeating arms
Hang on. Hang on, Sarah Winchester
Hold me down with your repeating arms
Hold me down with your repeating arms

Rooms on rooms and halls on halls. Stairways to nowhere
Every day more Redwood cut. The sawdust fills the air
Casts shadows on the orchard and coats the cherry leaves

And falls on the restless arms that toil beneath your eaves

Hang on. Hang on. Hold me down
Hold me down with your repeating arms
Hang on. Hang on, Sarah Winchester
Hold me down with your repeating arms
Hold me down with your repeating arms

© 2025 Alan Peters