Beautiful Lyrics

In the midst of imaging all the grand and beautiful ways that could be love
I think of every single priceless moments that has fled

It will make the heart confused
It will make the mind hurt
I don’t want to think too much
We aren’t meant to understand

-Original-

Jordaan Mason and the Horse Museum - Racehorse: Get Married!

You f**k like a racehorse
It's your wedding day, your wedding day, say: yes

You want to be pollinated
Frays of friction far too sacred
We survive between our hunger
Dig our heads into the water

Memorize your casket, your mother patterns
The space between your legs, I grab what's good of you
You pluck fruit from my endless head
Rearrange them to make your soul sweat

Bite snakes down for better shelter
Fridge your or**sm, make it colder

We put our blood in bags, we don't want water
And you hold me close inside the slaughter
And you look so much better without that s**t in your hair
I mean, saddles if you need them, but I could ride you bare

And you can swallow shotguns if you want to
There are bullets in your paintings, if you want them

There are hooks to hang your kill
There are floodboards rising upwards
And fields our fathers fled from
And bedrooms we don't dare go to

I would like a word with you!
I would like a word with you!

You can swallow shotguns if you want to
And you can shed the lions from your songs

Take the blankets off, show me under your clothes:
The tattoos you don't have, but believe me, your body knows

You can swallow shotguns if you want to
You can swallow shotguns if you want to
It's your wedding day, your wedding day, say: yes

Aprons or rifles, anarchist?
Sleep in the slaughterhouses?
Quilts quiet made from our spit?

And I am letting all you horses go
I'm letting all you horses go
I'm letting all you horses go
I'm letting all you horses go
I'm letting all you horses go!
I'm letting all you horses go!
I'm letting all you horses go!
I'm letting all you horses go!