horses are riding
horses are riding
hooves are shining
hooves are shining
maims are flying
maims are flying
the rubble's bloody
the hooves are bloody

hooves
hooves
hooves
hooves



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    General Commentversion from Emblems: The Menstrual Years (Disc II: Mighty in Sorrow)

    Horses are riding into her arms
    She lost her own way years ago
    Her sister calls her from the far side of night
    And she falls with that corn, the only way out
    She tells me "I love you"
    But it's only a game
    So she slides through the silence
    She's fixing her time
    To move back into darkness again with a smile
    "Don't touch me, I'm falling" she laughs in the night
    "Don't catch me, I'll return when the wheel comes around.
    You see we're all born to suffer, we're all born to fall,
    In the fading world that calls us to zero."
    She touches my body, I crouch up to die.

    Down the Ramblas we're walking
    In Reykjavik talking
    She's reading a book, finished years ago
    She's tearing up paper, she's tearing up life
    But she only starts thinking when her blood is brown
    Gold is the color she promised to wear
    That Christ's blood turns black
    His body she bears
    But she dipped him in water
    And she blackened the faith
    It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face

    And I don't want to touch you, I don't want to lie
    In the brown red-gold slumber that you've taken to ride
    I remember I was thinking only of you
    And I built you a playground that was built up with crosses
    But you wanted a valley where horse could run free
    We knew it was over when you stammered out lies
    It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire
    It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood
    It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack
    It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding
    We were listening to lions at ??? with James
    We were riding the trams to ???'s wake
    Though Christ is impaled on the cross through his hands
    You'd make your own gospel centered on hooves
    Christ, I was thinking of your bended arm
    It is blue on the outside, it is blue on the inside
    You said and you buckled, as if you would die
    There's no point in living, there's no point in life
    And there's spit on the bridle, there's blood in the saddle
    And you slip in the shit you shat in yourself
    And Christos is Equus, and Equus is Lord
    You follow in footsteps made by a flower
    Then I wanted to hold you
    But you're destined to fall
    wafulon November 16, 2007   Link
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    General CommentIt's definitely about a heroin addict. And for all its impressive wordplay, it must stand as one of the worst anti-heroin songs ever written - having to endure the "attentions" of self-righteous bible bashers is likely to drive a person to drugs!
    imrazoron July 27, 2010   Link

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