"I BREAK HORSES"
SMOG (BILL CALLAHAN)
Well, I rode out to the oceanAnd the water looked like tarnished goldI rode out on a broken horseWho told me she'd never felt so oldShe asked me if I'd feed herAnd ride her now and then
No no no, no no no, no no noI break horsesI don't tend to themI break horsesThey seem to come to meAsking to be brokenThey seem to run to meI break horsesDoesn't take me longJust a few well-placed wordsAnd their wandering hearts are goneAt first her warmth felt good between my legsLiving breathing heart-beating fleshBut soon that warmth turned to an itchTurned to a scratchTurned to a gashI break, I break horsesI don't tend to them
Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite islandAnd I don't want to see you swimming behindTonight I'm swimming to my favorite islandAnd I don't want to see you swimming behind
No, I break horsesI don't tend to them
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