"Horses" as written by and Richard A. Whiting Byron Gay....
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
On the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Now the boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, in the mirro, r in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
But the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in
The boy disappeared, Johnny's on his knees,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started laughing hysterically.

When suddenly Johnny gets a feeling, he's being
Surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White, shining, silver, studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses,
Horses, horses.

Lyrics submitted by ACEofLONELYHEARTS

"Horses" as written by Richard A. Whiting Byron Gay

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    General CommentFrom the movie The Tracey Fragments ((really awesome movie))
    Another song from the Tracey Fragments soundtrack by Broken Social Scene is Needle In The Head, which is my favorite BSS song.
    ACEofLONELYHEARTSon August 16, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThis is actually a cover of the beginning of a Patti Smith song called "Land: Horses/Land of a Thousand Dances" from her album Horses. Her original song is over nine minutes long and awesome. BSS's cover is also awesome. I wish it were longer.

    I think it's about either rage or an orgasm gathering inside "Johnny," and the horses are either the rage or the orgasm manifesting itself.
    Mendalusa77on November 07, 2014   Link

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