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Horses - mR_rAINA song from my first (unpublished) album, "cHEAP_cANDY".
Recorded in MATCHBOX STUDIO, Nis, Serbia
Backing Vox: Sophie Tristesee, Vesna Barlas
HORSES
Soft is the night
further on across the river.
Spinning like a wheel
it’s lost behind the dawn.
Last night he dreamt of horses
but all their legs were broken.
The Rainman’s coming home.
Dream no 33
making love to Lulu.
Golden years, heavenly bouquets.
Sixty bridges to cross ahead
(made of sugar-free dessert)
and live a life in tattered psychedelic furs.
There’s a heat wave
and the ice machines don’t seem to work,
like a stubborn pain
and a softer touch that comes and goes.
Some air to breath, an itch to scratch
just dip your head deep in the punch
and take a sip to help you
tranquilize your mind.
Through the glass panes
naked posters smeared with glycerine,
just a soft touch
and the walls all turn to plasticine.
Some air to breath, an itch to scratch
just dip your cup deep in the punch
and take a sip to help you
tranquilize your mind.
Beside the blinking traffic lights
where marble statues once stood,
some hobos try
to set the snow on fire.
Scented tissues, lonely girls
sobbing on their feather beds,
they touch themselves embarassed
in psychedelic furs.
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Horses - mR_rAIN A song from my first (unpublished) album, "cHEAP_cANDY". Recorded in MATCHBOX STUDIO, Nis, Serbia Backing Vox: Sophie Tristesee, Vesna Barlas HORSES Soft is the night further on across the river. Spinning like a wheel it’s lost behind the dawn. Last night he dreamt of horses but all their legs were broken. The Rainman’s coming home. Dream no 33 making love to Lulu. Golden years, heavenly bouquets. Sixty bridges to cross ahead (made of sugar-free dessert) and live a life in tattered psychedelic furs. There’s a heat wave and the ice machines don’t seem to work, like a stubborn pain and a softer touch that comes and goes. Some air to breath, an itch to scratch just dip your head deep in the punch and take a sip to help you tranquilize your mind. Through the glass panes naked posters smeared with glycerine, just a soft touch and the walls all turn to plasticine. Some air to breath, an itch to scratch just dip your cup deep in the punch and take a sip to help you tranquilize your mind. Beside the blinking traffic lights where marble statues once stood, some hobos try to set the snow on fire. Scented tissues, lonely girls sobbing on their feather beds, they touch themselves embarassed in psychedelic furs.coolt.home... 00:04:34 370 0 Downloads 0 Comments
