Current 93-Hooves

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Hooves

This song is by Current 93 and appears on the album As the World Disappears… (1991).

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Horses are riding into her arms
She lost her own way years ago
Her sister calls her from the far side of night
And she falls with that call
The only way out
She tells me 'I love you'
But it's only a game
So she slides through the silence
She's fixing a time
To move back into 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
You see we're all born to suffer
We're all born to fall
In the fading world
That calls us to Zero

She touches my body
I crouch up to die
Down the ramblers we're walking
In Reykjavik, talking
She's reading a book
Finished 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
But Christ's blood turns black
His body she bears
But she dipped him in water, and she blackened the faith
It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face

And 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
And I built you a playground
It was built up with crosses
But you wanted a valley
Where horse could run free
We knew it was over when you stammered out lies

It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire
It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood
It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack
It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding

We were listening to lions at Flantern with James
We were riding the trams to kneel at his wake
Though Christ is impaled through the Cross with his hands
You'd make your own gospel centred on hooves

Christ I was thinking of your bended arm
It is blue on the outside - it is blue on the inside
You said as you buckled, as if you would die
There's no point in living - there's no point in life
There's spit on the bridle - there's blood in the saddle
And you slip in the shit - you shat in yourself
And Christus is Equus - and Equus is lord
You follow in footsteps made by a flower
Then I wanted to touch you
But you're destined to fall

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