Horses

by Pere Ubu

From the album: The Art of Walking

Track 10 of 11 on The Art of Walking (1980).

Duration: 2:35

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Lyrics for Horses

In my heart, If that is where one feels, I surely feel Your head lying back sending peals Of laughter to ring a bell, The bell I ring to call you here to me. Telephone, telephone Please bring me news when I'm alone. If it can be done I would be very grateful. Is that a horse, Whose footsteps I hear approaching, On the run from some strange unknown danger, Or just my heart beating so noisily? One never really knows until it's far too late to tell. It's the sun I wait for in the morning, And the moon I long to see setting in the evening. When night lies ahead, And day is through, I'll spend some time with you.

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  3. 2Arabia
  4. Misery Goats
  5. Young Miles in the Basement
  6. Loop
  7. Rounder
  8. Birdies
  9. Lost in Art
  10. Horses
  11. Crush This Horn