followin' the tamborine...
Steve April vocal, guitar, fx (melody, lyrics)
Mark Stein, lead guitar, keys, bass, percussion, vocal
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Horses
“We’ve got our eyes, got our ears,
what we call reality,”
says the joker to the smoker,
“friend, fill my cavity.”
“If you wanna chop the forest down,
that stretches out before you,”
says the jogger to the logger,
“there’s horses will abhor you.”
Aliens wanna serve our venue,
Ooh, wanna put us on the menu.
La la la are we blinded here on Lightning road,
doing what we’re told.
2. His block’s his Coliseum,
his hometown’s his arena,
he hears the horses coming,
coming with Maria.
Two riders are approaching
in a purple rain,
the vassals in the castle
are throwing off their chains.
Am I but a blind man, am I but a deaf man?
Lord do what you will, Lord do what you can.
'White horse, black horse,
red horse, pale horse, pale rider.'
Throw a log on the fire,
prepare a cup of tea,
Is it vision or a fever?
bide your time, humbly be...
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