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Be joyful


Letras del disco "Are We Not Horses"


01 i am an excellent steel horse

i am an excellent steel horse
headed for home
i'm gonna cross that line

my convictions propel me with great force
they keep me on course
so i can cross that line

i am an excellent steel horse
i'm an unparalled lightning force
and i'm gonna cross that line

and all my bitchin' leaves me hoarse
but i can't switch mid course
and i can see the finish line.

well, you've got everything i want
i'll give you all that i've got
and lay it all on the line

cause i'm just praying for one more chance
we've got time for one last dance
before you reach the finish line

cause i am an excellent steel horse
i am an excellent steel horse
i am an excellent steel horse
i am an excellent steel horse

02 How Shall I To Heaven Aspire?

we have our lives together
and we want nothing more
then we should die together
down here upon the shore

my lips upon yout neck
and your legs around my chest
surrounded by every--
thing that we love the best

so we don't have to falter
and see it drawn so slitgh
cause i would run more proudly
between your thighs tonight

i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example

take these things that i have given
steal five years of my indecision
the things we make, they shall be written
with your wings and my voice of brass bells ringing

well, i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example
i wanna be a shining example

we have our lives together
and we want nothing less
and should we die tonight, dear
there will be nothing left

03 my children, be joyful!

be joyful
my children, be joyful!
be joyful
my children, be joyful!

today's gonna be my dancing day
today's gonna be my prancing day
gonna dress up all fancy-- day

and i'm gonna look so fine
and the crowd's gonna love me
and i'm gonna stretch so tall
in the great sky above me

be joyful
my children, be joyful!
be joyful
my children, be joyful!
lalala

be joyful
my children, be joyful!
be joyful
my children, be joyful!
lalala

04 How Shall I To Heaven Aspire?

they can take our bones
and bury them deep under the river
but we'll still be together
and we cannot be defeated

they can take our trombones
and pack them down there with us
but no matter how longs it takes us
we will not be defeated

when we dance, we dance together
under the moon and under the weather
we will lock our eyes forever in the night

well, they can take our bones
and bury them deep under the river
but we'll still be together
and we cannot be defeated

they can take our fists
and chop them off at the wrist
and we will shake our arms with bloody stumps
and we cannot be defeated

when we dance, we dance together
under the moon and under the weather
we will shake our arms forever in the night

05 fifteen hands

there's somethings i like about you
there's somethings i like about you
like the smell of your breath
as it comes across my neck
but houses don't always like what they do
no, horses don't always get to like what they do

there's a cold bead of sweat on your belly
it expires as it alights on my shoulders
and now i've got you here by my side
while i'm getting bolder

and there were angels lining up in the valley
they took off into the air with a smolder
and when the glare of the snow hit the people down below
it was over

and i've got fifteen hands
i can take you to heaven
i've got fifteen hands
i can take you to heaven
i've got fifteen hands,
that's four more than eleven
and eight more than seven

so you'd better kick out with all you can master
you've gotta kick out with all you can master
and we expire with a spectacular luster
on our lips and our shoulders

and there's somethings i like about you
yeah, there's somethings i like about you
but horses don't always like what they do
oh, horses don't always like what they do

06 Are We Not Horses

Well I’ve seen some horrible things
Like a sea of white wings
And I’ve done some horrible things
Lies in the drinks (<--?) We are a saddleless storm, We have satellite sores on our backs Father says you don’t trust men They only have one truth And the truth is not your friend Because we galloped like ants And our copper manes danced in the wind They say that we’re not horses But they’re not friends Cause if we’re not horses What are we then? And I’ve done some horrible things Separate the angel from her wings And I’ve seen some horrible things And the horrors they bring Maybe you’re almost there (<--?) And the things that you said I was needing How I was I to know that the words Weren’t the ones that were leading? But the light in your eyes made Some lies worth believing. Am I just a lightning rod Or am I breathing? And if we’re not horses What are we then? 08 Our Pasts, Like Lighthouses

Well when you say 'run',
you know I’ll run too
And when you wake
you know I’ll come to

And bless all the things that we can’t undo
‘cause you know that they have brought me here, you

And I have wronged you once, but not again
I have wronged you twice, my lover friend
I have wronged you without any end
and I’d do it all to be here again

And tonight we’ll breathe the salt and spray
as we live to see another day
This is all I ask for when I pray
as we go on our merry way

We are both of us a mighty bore
against all currents at the fore
And now we will hear nevermore
the pride in our once-feeble roar

And tonight we’ll breathe the salt and spray
as we live to see another day
This is all I ask for when I pray
as we go on our merry way

And tonight, tonight a sailor is born
with snow in his eyes and slack in his jaw
and there are too many lights and not enough loss
to make effect worth less than the cost

09 08/14/03

we'll make love 'till the lights go out
we'll make love 'till the light burn out
and when electricity fails us
we'll make love with the lights out
we'll make love 'till the lights go out
we'll make love 'till the light burn out
and when electricity fails us
we'll make love with the lights out

lalala

we'll make love 'till the lights go out
we'll make love 'till the light burn out
and when electricity fails us
we'll make love with the lights out
we'll make love 'till the lights go out
we'll make love 'till the light burn out
and when electricity fails us
we'll make love with the lights out

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