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• Artiste: Current 93
• Titre: Horsey (studio version)
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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 about Nicholas And beg me for Crystal But HORSE 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 HORSE 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 HORSE is the lord It's hard to keep riding When the HORSE 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 "story" 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 mane 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 HORSE has a face That grins and then slides Back to the filthy stables To the born once again In the HORSE monkey year You'll be born for eternity Reborn to keep riding And carrying your burden The sound of the HORSE Is the sound of silence The act of the HORSE Is the trampling of life The breath of the HORSE Is then breath of bad moons The sign of the HORSE Is the sign of denial The jaws of the HORSE Eat up the universe The teeth of the HORSE Form sewers for rivers And the eyes of the HORSE Are sightless with stars The limbs of the HORSE Galloping mindless The love of the HORSE Masturbation eternal Pursuit of the HORSE Is the fruit for the hopeless The piss of the HORSE Smells of poppyred rivers The blood of the HORSE 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 HORSE Is the sound with no meaning Four horsemen riding But only one HORSE 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 HORSE