Lyrics Horsey - Current 93

Horsey

She’s pouring brown gold
Into her veins
She lost her own way
Years ago
Her sister calls her
From the dark side of the night
And she falls with that call
It’s 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 her time
To fall back into darkness
Again with a smile
«Don't touch me, I’m falling»
She laughs in the night
«Don't touch me, I shall return
When the wheel comes around
You see, we’re all born to suffer
We’re all born to fall
In a gry shaded world
That calls us to zero»
Her mothr mouth slits
Her father lies taken
She touches my body
But I crouch up to die
Down the Ramblas we’re walking
In Reykjavik we’re talking
The snow is moon-cold
The room freezes over
She’s reading a book
She’s finished it 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 me she’d wear
But Christ’s Blood turns black
His body she wears
But she dips Him in waters
Confession of faith
It’s hard to believe you
When you spit in my face
I don’t want to touch you
I don’t want to lie
In the brown-red gold slumber
You’ve taken to ride
I remember I was thinking
Only of you
But you shattered me nightly
You broke all your rules
I found myself falling
And then
And then
Through the wreckage of this parched life
And the pain of the next one
I said «fucking over
All of this is shit»
But still the wind calls
«Imperium»
When you rage at the Conqueror
You only rage at yourself
When you torture the Anointed
You only torture yourself
And you’ve listened to Piaf
But not to the Christ
So you sparkle the seconds
Then dissolve into mist
And the fog closes in
And you think about Crowley
You think it’s a game
But the game is just you
When shall you stop hiding
In the heart of your night?
When the cold tramway beckons
Where the cold tramway stops
And — Christ — I was thinking
Of your bent arm
«It is blue on the inside
It is blue on the outside»
You said, and then you buckled
As if you might die
There’s no point in living!
There’s no point in life!
And sometimes I hear you
At the back of my mind
And a golden door opens
But no light appears
There’s spit on the bridle
And there’s blood on the saddle
And you sleep in the shit
You’ve shut in yourself
And Christus is Equus
And Equus is God
And His name flies with fury
And the wind cuts through you
You follow in footsteps
Trod by a flower
Then I wanted to hold you
But You’re destined to fall