She’s a beauty queen
My sweet bean bag in the street.
Take it,
Down out to the laundry scene.
Don’t know,
Why she’s in my hand.
Can’t figure what it is.
But I lie again.

Horses

So, I got me some horses,
To ride on,
To ride on.
They say that your demons,
Can’t go there.
So, I got me some horses,
To ride on,
To ride on,
As long as your army
Keeps perfectly still.
Any maybe, I’ll find me a sailor
A tailor
And maybe, together,
We’ll make mother well.
So, I got me some horses,
To ride on,
To ride on,
As long as your army,
Keeps perfectly still.
You showed me the meadow
And milkwood
And silkwood.
And you would if I would
But you never would,
So I cansed down your posies.
Your pansies in my hosies
Then opened my hands
And they were empty then.
Off with Superfly,
Sniffing a Sharpie pen,
Honey, it’s Bill and Ben.
Off with Superfly,
Counting your bees.
Oh, me, honey, life
One two three.
The camera is rolling.
It’s easy like
One
Two
Three.
And if there is a way to find you,
I will find you.
But will you find me if Neil
Makes me a tree, an Afro, a pharaoh.
I can’t go.
You said so.
And threads that are golden
Don’t break easily.
So, I got me some horses
To ride on,
To ride on,
They say that your demons
Can’t go there,
So, I got me some horses,
To ride on,
To ride on,
As long as your army,
Keeps perfectly still,
Keeps perfectly still,
Keeps perfectly still.