Peter Hurd
Peter Hurd (February 22, 1904 - July 9, 1984) was an American artist, born Harold Hurd, Jr., in Roswell, New Mexico. Nicknamed "Pete" by his parents, he later legally changed his name to Peter.
Life
Hurd enrolled at New Mexico Military Institute in 1918 as a high school freshman where he began a lifelong friendship with writer Paul Horgan.
Intending to pursue a military career, in 1921 Hurd entered the United States Military Academy at West Point, New York. After two years, however, he resigned from the Academy to enroll at Haverford College in Pennsylvania.
Hurd soon began studying under the illustrator N. C. Wyeth. He worked as Wyeth's assistant at Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania, for a number of years. In 1929, he married Wyeth's daughter, Henriette Wyeth, an artist who later became known for her portraits and still life paintings.
Hurd was a war correspondent for Life during World War II. In 1941 he was elected into the National Academy of Design as an Associate member and became a full Academician in 1942.
Podcasts:
Peter Hurd
ALBUMS
- Cowboy Songs on Folkways released: 1991
Cowboy Songs on Folkways
Released 1991- Morning Grub Holler
- Round-Up Cook
- Chisholm Trail
- Whoopie-Ti-Yi-Yo, Get Along Little Dogies (feat. Cisco Houston)
- Little Joe, the Wrangler
- Little Joe the Wrangler's Sister Nell
- Utah Carl
- Put Your Little Foot
- Trail to Mexico
- Las Chapparreras
- Buffalo Skinners
- Zebra Dun
- Some Cowboy Brag Talk
- Horse Wrangler
- Strawberry Roan
- Texian Boys
- Cow Cow Yicky Yicky Yea
- Jesse James (Leadbelly's version)
- Home on the Range
- (There's an) Empty Cot in the Bunkhouse Tonight
- (When it's) Springtime in the Rockies
- Lone Star Trail
- Rodeo Hand
- Philadelphia Lawyer (feat. Cisco Houston)
- The Dying Cowboy
- The Devil Made Texas
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by Hurt
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by Zee Avi
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by Abstrakt Algebra
Better
by: HurtThose things you thought that were obscene,
will quickly become your routine,
And he invited you over.
An addict quickly gets undressed,
With something to get off her chest.
You made a trade ‘cause you're sober.
It stings to remind you of all that's behind you,
But I don't wanna lose you right now.
‘Cause they say it gets better,
Before it gets worse.
You know it gets better,
so of course it gets worse.
Your body's made of dollar bills,
You'd spend them all on some cheap thrills.
But what when you're older?
You stuck a point into your arm,
but did you contemplate the harm?
As it moves up your shoulder.
Did it make you feel better,
right before it got worse.
It used to make you feel better,
but now it just hurts.
There's no hope,
‘Cause I'm in love with you.
and I cannot cope,
‘cause I'm addicted too.
You keep on coming over me. (You're killing me)
I keep on crying over you. (You're killing me)
It shows me what it's come to be, (You're killing me)
It shows me what I mean to you. (You're killing me)
You keep on coming over me, (You're killing me)
I keep on crying over you. (You're killing me)
It shows me what it's come to be, (You're killing me)
It shows me what I mean to you. (You're killing me)
And after all you would think it my fault,