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version 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
It'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!
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version 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
Is it about heroin?
Is it about heroin?
"Horses are riding into her arms"
"Horses are riding into her arms"
It'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!