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Horsey
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She's pouring brown gold

Into her veins

She lost her own way

Years ago

Her sister calls her

From the dark side of the night

And she falls with that call

It's the only way out

She tells me "I love you"

But it's only a game

And she slides through the silence

Fixing her time

To slide to the 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

Do not feel fear

Or think about me

We're all born to suffer

We're all born to fall

In a grey shaded world

That calls us to zero"

Her mother mouth slits

Her sister lies taken

She touches my body

But I crouch up to die

Down the Ramblas we're walking

In Reykjavik we're talking

The snow is moon-cold

The room freezes over

She's reading a book

She finished it 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 colour

She promised to wear

Christ's blood turns black

His body she wears.

But she dips Him in waters

Confession of faith

It's hard to believe you

When you spit in my face

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

But you shattered me nightly

You broke all the rules

I found myself falling

And then

And then

Through the wreckage of this parched life

And the pain of the next one

I said "Fucking over

All of this is shit"

But still the wind calls

"Imperium"



When you rage at the Conqueror

You only rage at yourself

When you torture the Anointed

You only torture yourself

And you've listened to Piaf

But not to the Christ

So you sparkle for seconds

Then dissolve into mist

And the fog closes in

And you talk about Crowley

You think it's a game

But the game is just you

When shall you stop hiding

In the heart of your night

When the cold darkness beckons

Where the cold tramway stops

And - Christ - I was thinking

Of your bended arm

"It's blue on the inside

It's blue on the outside"

You said, and then buckled

As if you might die

"There's no point in living!

There's no point in life!"



And sometimes I hear you

At the back of my mind

And a golden door opens

But no light appears

It closes at three

But the time is now midnight

Time all runs out

And the sands are not solid

"My foundation is solid"

You said

And you laughed

But something was brooding

Beneath your feet



And you ask me for Nicholas

And beg me for Crystal

But HORSEY runs speechless

Through your wake

And your dreams

I'll build you a playground

It's surrounded by crosses

But you want a valley

Where HORSEY can run free

We knew it was over

When you started your lying

It's hard to keep riding

When your grip has grown slack

It's hard to keep riding

When your structure is sliding



We were listening to lions

At Fluntern with James

We were ringing the tram

To ride to the wake



But I don't believe this world

That has touched me

It's hard to keep riding

When the HORSEY is the lord

It's hard to keep riding

When the HORSEY is the lord

And it's hard to believe

When you worship dead flowers

It's hard to love people

Who struggle to stand

On the back of black wings

On the lake's shore

At midnight



Though Christ is impaled

On the cross through His hands

You'd make your own gospel

And centre it on HOOVES



There's spit on the saddle

There's blood on the saddle

And you slip in the shit

You've shat in yourself

And Christus is Equus

And Equus is Lord

And His name flies with fury

And the wind cuts through Him

You follow in footsteps

Trod by another



Oh I wish I could hold you

But you're destined to fall



I was thinking of you



When the water froze over

In a foreign land

In a foreign town

You prepare to go on a journey

To pasture



You said "Forever"

It's a picture of nowhere

I don't have your face

Or comprehend you

A bottle is ordered

And I wait on another

And the words flow as liquid

And the pain starts to ease

Oh do not pass judgment

On those that fall

For those that first fall

Are the first that shall call you

And those that fall after

Into sadness and waste

These bodies that fall

Are red essence

Red rain

Train

Train that rides

To the heart of the dead

When you're trampled by holes

The holes come to you

I don't know what to do

When you offer me something

You said you were joking

But I felt it was true

And I don't want to lose you

I don't want to die

But you cannot take silence

You cannot take life

When life's taken you

And you cannot stop turning

When you're bound on a wheel

As the wheel keeps on turning

You'll rise and then fall

Thrown back to zero

To fall and then rise

As the sky fills with HORSIES

That shudder and then stamp

In the bloodred pastures

Where no-one runs free

Where the monkey is nailed

To that wound in your arm

When you see monkey carry

Both chalice and spear

The HORSEY has a face

That grins and then slides

Back to the filthy stables

To the born once again

In the HORSEY monkey year

You'll be born for eternity

Reborn to keep riding

And carrying your burden

The sound of the HORSEY

Is the sound of silence

The act of the HORSEY

Is the trampling of life

The breath of the HORSEY

Is then breath of bad moons

The sign of the HORSEY

Is the sign of denial

The jaws of the HORSEY

Eat up the universe

The teeth of the HORSEY

Form sewers for rivers

And the eyes of the HORSEY

Are sightless with stars

The limbs of the HORSEY

Galloping mindless

The love of the HORSEY

Masturbation eternal

Pursuit of the HORSEY

Is the fruit for the hopeless

The piss of the HORSEY

Smells of poppyred rivers

The blood of the HORSEY

Is a snake with no ending

From out of its body

And then into yours

And out of your body

And then into fields

To be ploughed back into mine

Fields full of poppies

And fields full of bodies

They suck in the flowers

They fuck in the dust

Where they lie under wheels

And they lie under stones

The voice of the HORSEY

Is the sound with no meaning

Four horsemen riding

But only one HORSEY

Four horsemen riding

But only one scythe

With green vines spreading

Up to the hilt

And it's written in the mist

Unto the world

Golden triangle

Full of red windows

Red exits

Red doors

Re-entry barred

"A white medicine" he tells me

In Kathmandu

Tyre people drag bodies

Crippled for coin

sMan dKar

People die for

They give up their lives for

They spew on their own

As they spew on the others

They care for themselves

And the scum that they stable

And the scum that they stable

Is the scum they shall ride

And the scum that they ride

Is the scum that shall tumble

The scum that shall trample

Fall and destroy

Enough to keep pumping

When your fire's gone out

Over the table we fall and we fall

Slow-motion

Stuck in a discarded film

Ecce Equus

Behold the HORSEY










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