[00:00.000] 作词 : Alexander Gregory Kent
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Alexander Gregory Kent/Wesley Nelson/Andrew Hayes Chanover/Sylvie Simmons
[03:57.706]At long last my tender Appaloosa
[04:05.321]Grant me finally the audience of your attention
[04:10.256]I have woven sounds from an artist's head
[04:14.283]And composed a poet's sentence
[04:17.060]Gagged each!
[04:20.264]My idea is to head
[04:22.791]As wheat is bound to grain
[04:24.841]Gagged each, no more eloquently gagged
[04:29.864]Than smoke and steam are bound to shape
[04:32.827]My thoughts are no less solid
[04:35.487]Than the flesh that supposedly contains them
[04:38.896]And horse has more say over reigns
[04:42.109]Than the hope I have
[04:43.349]Ever to explain them
[04:45.107]And I've woven sounds from an artist's head
[04:48.477]And composed a poet's sentence
[04:51.959]But never have I revealed myself
[04:54.888]Behind my master's fences
[04:58.084]Adam you fool
[05:04.876]Adam you imbecile
[05:12.711]You didn't know
[05:14.479]You didn't know
[05:16.266]How could you have known?
[05:18.207]How could you have known Adam?
[05:20.179]How could you have known that I have my own private telephone wire
[05:30.514]Plugged directly into the heavens
[05:34.290]Where they all tell me
[05:36.985]Exactly
[05:38.914]What the next note shall be
[06:16.819]I-D-A-H-O
[06:20.940]H-E-M-I-N-G-W-A-Y
[06:27.696]Next stop: Ketchum, ID
[06:31.520]Are there not more romantic ways about achieving this?
[06:36.300]Are there not more romantic ways?
[06:38.813]How about winter kayaking
[06:41.467]The south fork of the Payette?
[06:43.647]We have, us three
[06:45.994]Become well acquainted
[06:49.485]A thief hangs on both sides of me now
[06:56.549]Here I am stuck in the middle with you, with you, with you
[07:02.902]Cue the spotted horse verdict:
[10:03.475]I'm going to bury you Adam
[10:05.807]I'm going to climb up your leg
[10:07.970]And pull down your gay little underwear
[10:11.318]And I'm going to bury you fifty-thousand feet below the ground
[10:15.477]Original sin this
[10:17.175]Son of man that
[10:18.811]God may discriminate but the soil does not Adam
[10:23.188]Adam, Adam, upon reading the prior lines
[10:31.303]I gagged and threw the page into a corner
[10:38.813]Where it was discovered by the serpent
[10:42.126]Who haphazardly sold it, sold it to the press
[10:46.362]And now every slobbering resident of Eden
[10:50.608]Knows of our little escapade
[10:53.091]"Adam and Steve Share a Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine"
[11:24.526]And I'm gazing affectionately down at the horse between my legs
[11:31.478]The only split that proposes often but never once begs
[11:37.505]And wagging tails while petting you upon the head
[11:41.820]"There's a treat in it for you if you can
[11:45.112]Keep your mouth shut"...
[11:50.455]"There's a seat here for you, if you can
[11:53.535]Keep your legs shut"...
[11:58.678]With their mouths shut closed
[12:03.036]A couple labradors whine muffled puppy whines
[12:13.111]Whine muffled puppy whines
[12:26.784]Labrador cough
[12:28.769]Labrador cough
[12:30.873]Labrador song
[12:33.261]Spinning around, spinning around the orbit of my mind
[12:38.972]Max and Ruby, one yellow one black
[12:42.865]If either one barks, the whole world is blown off its axis
[12:49.061]And several thousand centuries pass by in seconds
[12:54.191]They instead hum and whine what I assume once were sweet Labrador hymns
[13:00.502]But only after I'd beaten the bark from them
[13:03.297]Could I make out the words:
[13:06.358]"Please let us sing"
[13:10.287]Labrador psalm ironically predicted a sturdy forty days of rain
[13:15.567]To which Appaloosa, enchanted with the iron restraints of blame
[13:19.706]In scarlet Lamb's blood, signed his holy name
[13:23.264]And looked up smirking, locking with his father's eyes
[13:26.544]Knowing fully well he could
[13:28.031]With a simple click of his hooves
[13:30.502]Part the gathering skies
[13:33.033]There's been something I've been meaning to tell you
[13:39.656]I often find myself wondering
[13:42.680]What exactly might cross a horse's mind?
[13:54.356]And there was something
[13:58.373]I've been meaning to ask you
[14:01.472]About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie
[14:14.107]And the sands that split
[14:18.358]Your little heart in half
[14:23.121]On the artificial shore
[14:27.927]Of the big Payette
[14:32.848]With an audience
[14:37.065]Of only Sharlie dear
[14:41.648]Or in other words
[14:45.626]No one else was there
[15:35.700]In exercising your gem state woes
[15:42.220]You have proven yourself an unreliable mount
[15:48.202]And I heard g****l being spewed
[15:54.795]From the winking bit of a winking license plate trout:
[16:01.002]And no one has any idea really what
[16:10.043]Any of these Baptists are on about
[16:13.974]"Have you a throat by which to silence?
[16:20.620]Succeeding in successfully running your mouth?"
[16:26.950]Well, hanging there between my thighs
[16:33.488]With a Coeur d'Alene inspired grin
[16:39.767]Like panty lines spied on the governor's wife
[16:46.848]The fossils all take note of the position of my eyes
[16:53.195]A serpent I've come to know indisputably as I
[16:59.518]Directing me, allegedly, towards my jurisdiction
[17:05.685]A fat ass glued to a quiet woman there
[17:11.082]Directs the delicate sight that is indisputably my vision
[17:18.103]And Adam spoke to Eve one day
[17:21.239]Words blown through my surrogate throat:
[17:24.549]"Eve, have you heard the song of blame?"
[17:27.322]"Darling, I've memorized all its notes!"
[17:31.501]"Oh well, if such the expert are you now?
[17:36.530]Would you kindly remind me how the melody goes?"
[17:43.302]And one enormous second
[17:46.873]As in: all paradise
[17:49.875]Could not contain your lifetimes worth
[17:53.237]Of merciful goodbyes
[17:55.968]May there be no further speculation
[17:59.417]Of who has woven all creation
[18:02.552]I've torn a page or two
[18:04.940]Out of its book of calculations
[18:08.476]Despite all of our certainty
[18:11.760]Nothing is certainly known
[18:14.790]And despite my current mounting you
[18:17.786]We are hopelessly alone
[18:20.225]That which funnels information
[18:24.023]Blossoms now in code
[18:26.965]All which governs character
[18:29.996]Sits atop a spotted throne
[18:35.154]There's been something I've been meaning to ask you
[18:45.252]About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie
[18:55.643]I see you too have star sapphires for eyes
[20:55.912]The swine are quoted often regarding the oyster shells
[21:05.999]"Should we be so lucky to hear the jokes the pearls tell
[21:15.657]Remind me to ignore you later
[21:18.220]When you claim the jokes write themselves."
[21:47.348]And the blues on record suggest solution
[22:00.909]Of the utmost equestrian variety
[22:14.209]And the spots on our Appaloosa hide
[22:21.266]Might be mistaken for constellations at night
[22:28.036]By obligated stars and half-imagined lines
[22:34.414]Splattered intentionally there against the night sky
[22:40.627]And the illusion of this chord
[22:43.814]Which ties my hands behind my back
[22:46.915]Is not the arrangements of the words
[22:50.280]But the description that I lack
[22:53.279]And the illusion of decision
[22:56.920]And the illusion of choice
[23:00.046]I dare not pronounce a word
[23:03.135]Lest I sacrifice my voice
[23:05.883]And the illusion of my saddle
[23:09.790]Like a bit of old testament
[23:12.240]Is the throne on which my Appaloosa
[23:15.521]And his compensated thieves now sit
[24:42.121]Though I am sure by now
[24:45.281]It has been made so evidently clear
[24:51.422]No more will my bruised hands
[24:54.518]Be stained wiping gently away at your tears
[25:08.145]Is it best not to believe in anything?
[25:15.294]And doubt at least suggests dimension
[25:25.807]Whatever it may take
[25:30.129]To crack that elusive smile of yours
[25:47.024]Be it a sky full of stars
[25:59.421]Or a handful of dust
[26:43.003]Reciting songs between your coughs
[26:52.124]Herds of bison thrust from cliffs
[27:00.490]To be forgot in livestock troughs
[27:08.256]But realized in holy scripts
[27:28.573]And my little Idaho sealed in cotton
[27:32.874]Passing for a man
[27:37.745]His plow teaches dust to reason
[27:41.816]And catalogues the ash
[27:46.511]His panhandle tickling my prostate
[27:50.993]Promising the land
[27:55.284]His code influences my decision
[27:59.715]In slaughtering my Lamb
[28:04.024]He occupies the sight within my vision
[28:08.339]And my imagined hands
[28:13.006]My every motion, every ounce of gesture
[28:17.156]Is imitating his
[28:21.855]As well as all the great many eyesores
[28:26.282]We are acquainted with
[28:30.780]We are acquainted with
[28:55.854]And my little Appaloosa stiffens
[29:00.649]And blows a weary wind
[29:09.365]His discussions stay intimately hidden
[29:14.489]Between his spots and him
[29:21.111]He knows there will be no reward
[29:26.309]For shouldering this burden
[29:32.664]He knows that with or without him
[29:37.908]The world continues to spin
[29:44.081]He knows the relevance of whether or not
[29:48.893]I find his horseshoe prints
[29:56.770]Embedded there upon the soil
[30:01.378]We have been walking in
[30:08.836]We have been walking in
[30:13.058]We have been walking in
[31:48.432]He needs not the witness of my eyes
[31:54.786]To prove that he exists
[32:09.714]And the people once you loved
[32:15.673]Will turn their heads in shame
[32:23.016]And for a second shiver
[32:27.741]At the mention of your name
[36:24.792]Adam said to Eve
[36:33.136]"Darling, I know
[36:37.382]The ass will mount the maker
[36:41.365]The ass will mount the maker
[36:44.657]And the cattle shall be stiffened
[36:48.669]As for the horses, oh, the horses
[36:56.603]Well, what's going to happen to the horses?"
[37:18.661]Eve replied to Adam
[37:31.559]"Darling Dear
[37:34.031]The ass will mount the maker
[37:36.992]And the cattle shall be stiffened
[37:39.808]As for the horses, oh, the horses?
[37:45.830]A horse is Rorschach spilling
[37:48.562]Projected blots upon the snow
[37:51.075]Will that be enough now to do ya?
[37:52.969]Then it shall be so
[37:54.761]To quote our patron Appaloosa:
[37:57.100]"Amen!
[37:57.865]Halle-mother****ing-lujah!'"
[39:16.045]Appaloosa I saw you in cave paintings
[39:19.639]On late night television
[39:21.958]In the filth of the gutter
[39:24.419]And there upon the incision
[39:27.120]Where I was forced out of my mother
[39:29.725]I saw you at the Parthenon
[39:32.360]In Saturn swallowing his son
[39:34.844]I saw you at the fertile crescent
[39:37.486]Where your identity was won
[39:40.311]And I've seen your muscles flex
[39:42.896]In all my past and future lives
[39:45.584]I saw you draft Uriah out
[39:48.220]To plant your c**k there in his wife
[39:51.046]Attending every decimal place
[39:53.736]Between zero up to one
[39:56.172]And I saw your silhouette projected
[39:58.848]Eclipsing totally the sun
[40:01.390]And I've tracked prints of your horseshoes
[40:04.417]Between every flake of snow
[40:06.829]But one place I could never find you
[40:09.564]Was in our gem state Idaho
[40:11.975]And the exploitation of the horses
[40:17.312]And the exploitation of the narrative
[40:23.523]And the exploitation of the horses
[40:26.627]And newspapers and magazines
[40:29.326]And their half-articulated deliberations
[40:33.695]Will compose a story such as:
[40:36.547]"Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine"
[40:41.531]"Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine"
[40:46.455]This is the moment now that defines my name
[40:51.817]This is the moment now that I was engineered to realize
[40:56.880]This is the moment now that defines my very name
[41:02.312]Older than I have ever once been now
[41:08.563]God has spoken to me privately now
[41:12.679]It has been bestowed unto me now
[41:15.938]The ultimate charity
[41:17.943]A terrible, holy saw, holy saw
[41:23.284]Its teeth fine enough to pierce the sky
[41:28.494]And its blade strong enough to hold planets in place now
[41:34.262]With this sacred artifact entrusted only to me
[41:39.302]I will cut this horse in half
[41:41.878]I will separate this horse
[41:44.116]One half from the other
[41:46.099]Entirely and unrepentantly
[41:48.686]Only on condition that:
[41:51.285]The Garden of Eden be superimposed
[41:54.001]Onto the landscape we once called Idaho now
[41:59.076]And a million Adams
[42:01.825]And a million eves
[42:03.294]All cry out
[42:04.951]This is my masterpiece
[42:07.336]This is my magnum opus
[42:09.915]This is my crowning jewel
[42:12.292]This is my northern star sapphire
[42:15.532]This my "Raft of the Medusa"
[42:17.770]This is my Sistine Chapel ceiling
[42:23.272]May a hail of arrows
[42:24.609]Pierce the hearts of any would-be doubting Thomases
[42:28.851]And dissolve the doubts of any would-be skeptics
[42:32.516]I am contractually obscuring
[42:36.036]All my forcing of the needle:
[42:38.719]"It is fear, not malice, that which turns the cheeks of otherwise well-intending people."
[42:45.763]Is it not?
[42:48.072]And now we now gaze upon one another
[42:51.007]Having been made aware of our nudity
[42:54.368]Realizing I am both
[42:57.328]Mother****er, I am both: Adam and Eve
[43:02.829]And also, in fact, neither
[43:05.663]That I stare at both myself
[43:08.184]And, simultaneously, nothing
[43:10.947]Having been made
[43:14.738]That I stare at both myself
[43:17.178]And, simultaneously, nothing
[43:20.181]Having been made
[43:23.204]Having been made aware of my own nudity
[43:29.333]My nudity
[43:31.377]Swaddled in the conscience of having ever been naked
[43:36.240]I'm naked, I'm naked
[43:39.302]I know I'm naked
[43:43.760]I know I'm naked
[43:46.435]I know I'm naked
[43:54.349]I know I'm naked
[44:34.246]Eve's cunt now
[44:39.160]Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush
[44:44.159]Adam's c**k now
[44:49.365]So tightly sheathed by a palm frond
[44:54.590]Eve's cunt now
[44:59.976]Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush
[45:04.920]Adam's c**k now
[45:10.062]So tightly sheathed by a palm frond
[45:15.162]Eve's cunt now
[45:20.334]Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush
[45:25.491]Adam's c**k now
[45:30.696]So tightly sheathed by a palm frond
[45:35.658]I know, I know
[45:38.175]I know, I know
[45:40.778]Before the mirror I too place a hand over
[45:45.510]My little Appaloosa
[45:48.011]Appaloosa, Appaloosa, Appaloosa
[45:51.443]Tucked silently away in his little stable
[49:41.144]My half is all ass and tail
[49:48.043]Your half is all chest and muzzle
[49:55.492]The script, all things considered
[50:03.685]Is only one half of the medicine
[50:11.011]First and foremost, I'm a gentleman
[50:17.371]It's not abnormal
[50:24.936]It's not abnormal
[50:32.518]It's not abnormal
[50:38.172]Aren't my syringas doing splendidly?
[51:43.584]I get it! I get it!
[51:46.969]I understand!
[51:49.049]Finally, I get it!
[51:51.049]I finally figured it out!
[51:53.983]At the end of my legs are not hands!
[51:59.208]Nor feet!
[52:00.588]But hooves!
[52:02.163]And at the end of my back
[52:05.339]Is not just ass
[52:08.430]But tail! But tail!
[52:11.231]And on the top of my head
[52:13.579]Is not hair
[52:15.182]Nor hat
[52:16.334]But mane!
[52:18.221]And at the end of my face
[52:20.678]Is neither tongue, nor mouth
[52:24.031]But snout!
[52:25.661]Snout! Snout! Snout! Snout!
[52:32.086]And I know in my heart of hearts
[52:36.139]That this is my ass!
[52:40.308]And I know in my heart of hearts
[52:43.296]That these are my spots!
[52:53.200]This is my ass
[52:57.543]And these are my spots
[55:36.877]It's always
[55:38.434]"I will bury you beneath fifty tons of concrete
[55:44.467]And raise a hell like no other."
[55:47.785]Or:
[55:49.201]"Do you love me?"
[56:00.786]I will wring dry every thread of intimate mind between us
[56:07.880]A hundred knots for a gem state crotch we both believe in
[56:24.904]All the while you are attending
[56:27.944]To the acrobatics of my roundabout desires
[56:34.329]Today I'm particularly worried about my abilities as a lover
[56:49.019]I need to know now
[56:54.066]I need to know now
[57:01.749]Do you ever feel me?
[57:12.859]I need to know now
[57:17.066]I need to know now
[57:24.622]What happens next?
[57:35.490]I need to know now
[57:40.388]I need to know, right this instant, now
[57:45.621]What's gonna happen to the horses?
[58:29.009]I feel the need to inform you now:
[58:37.035]By the time I am through here
[58:39.030]I will have left no bridge unburned
[58:42.514]And every stone upturned
[58:44.815]You have wrung me completely dry
[58:47.750]In a passionate stroke
[58:49.458]I carve mountain bluebirds between my thighs
[58:54.117]As gesture
[59:03.364]I don't wanna hear it
[59:06.914]Appaloosa
[59:13.968]It's pedantic!
[59:16.413]I'm not listening!
[59:21.414]I don't know what's going to happen next
[59:32.959]But
[59:34.094]Please, please, please, please
[59:38.055]Please, please, please, please
[59:41.317]Don't bury me in Idaho
[59:47.664]See ya!
[59:50.116]Alexander Kent
[61:10.523]I-D-A-H-O
[61:35.029]H-E-M-I-N-G-W-A-Y

作词 : Alexander Gregory Kent
作曲 : Alexander Gregory Kent/Wesley Nelson/Andrew Hayes Chanover/Sylvie Simmons
At long last my tender Appaloosa
Grant me finally the audience of your attention
I have woven sounds from an artist's head
And composed a poet's sentence
Gagged each!
My idea is to head
As wheat is bound to grain
Gagged each, no more eloquently gagged
Than smoke and steam are bound to shape
My thoughts are no less solid
Than the flesh that supposedly contains them
And horse has more say over reigns
Than the hope I have
Ever to explain them
And I've woven sounds from an artist's head
And composed a poet's sentence
But never have I revealed myself
Behind my master's fences
Adam you fool
Adam you imbecile
You didn't know
You didn't know
How could you have known?
How could you have known Adam?
How could you have known that I have my own private telephone wire
Plugged directly into the heavens
Where they all tell me
Exactly
What the next note shall be
I-D-A-H-O
H-E-M-I-N-G-W-A-Y
Next stop: Ketchum, ID
Are there not more romantic ways about achieving this?
Are there not more romantic ways?
How about winter kayaking
The south fork of the Payette?
We have, us three
Become well acquainted
A thief hangs on both sides of me now
Here I am stuck in the middle with you, with you, with you
Cue the spotted horse verdict:
I'm going to bury you Adam
I'm going to climb up your leg
And pull down your gay little underwear
And I'm going to bury you fifty-thousand feet below the ground
Original sin this
Son of man that
God may discriminate but the soil does not Adam
Adam, Adam, upon reading the prior lines
I gagged and threw the page into a corner
Where it was discovered by the serpent
Who haphazardly sold it, sold it to the press
And now every slobbering resident of Eden
Knows of our little escapade
"Adam and Steve Share a Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine"
And I'm gazing affectionately down at the horse between my legs
The only split that proposes often but never once begs
And wagging tails while petting you upon the head
"There's a treat in it for you if you can
Keep your mouth shut"...
"There's a seat here for you, if you can
Keep your legs shut"...
With their mouths shut closed
A couple labradors whine muffled puppy whines
Whine muffled puppy whines
Labrador cough
Labrador cough
Labrador song
Spinning around, spinning around the orbit of my mind
Max and Ruby, one yellow one black
If either one barks, the whole world is blown off its axis
And several thousand centuries pass by in seconds
They instead hum and whine what I assume once were sweet Labrador hymns
But only after I'd beaten the bark from them
Could I make out the words:
"Please let us sing"
Labrador psalm ironically predicted a sturdy forty days of rain
To which Appaloosa, enchanted with the iron restraints of blame
In scarlet Lamb's blood, signed his holy name
And looked up smirking, locking with his father's eyes
Knowing fully well he could
With a simple click of his hooves
Part the gathering skies
There's been something I've been meaning to tell you
I often find myself wondering
What exactly might cross a horse's mind?
And there was something
I've been meaning to ask you
About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie
And the sands that split
Your little heart in half
On the artificial shore
Of the big Payette
With an audience
Of only Sharlie dear
Or in other words
No one else was there
In exercising your gem state woes
You have proven yourself an unreliable mount
And I heard g****l being spewed
From the winking bit of a winking license plate trout:
And no one has any idea really what
Any of these Baptists are on about
"Have you a throat by which to silence?
Succeeding in successfully running your mouth?"
Well, hanging there between my thighs
With a Coeur d'Alene inspired grin
Like panty lines spied on the governor's wife
The fossils all take note of the position of my eyes
A serpent I've come to know indisputably as I
Directing me, allegedly, towards my jurisdiction
A fat ass glued to a quiet woman there
Directs the delicate sight that is indisputably my vision
And Adam spoke to Eve one day
Words blown through my surrogate throat:
"Eve, have you heard the song of blame?"
"Darling, I've memorized all its notes!"
"Oh well, if such the expert are you now?
Would you kindly remind me how the melody goes?"
And one enormous second
As in: all paradise
Could not contain your lifetimes worth
Of merciful goodbyes
May there be no further speculation
Of who has woven all creation
I've torn a page or two
Out of its book of calculations
Despite all of our certainty
Nothing is certainly known
And despite my current mounting you
We are hopelessly alone
That which funnels information
Blossoms now in code
All which governs character
Sits atop a spotted throne
There's been something I've been meaning to ask you
About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie
I see you too have star sapphires for eyes
The swine are quoted often regarding the oyster shells
"Should we be so lucky to hear the jokes the pearls tell
Remind me to ignore you later
When you claim the jokes write themselves."
And the blues on record suggest solution
Of the utmost equestrian variety
And the spots on our Appaloosa hide
Might be mistaken for constellations at night
By obligated stars and half-imagined lines
Splattered intentionally there against the night sky
And the illusion of this chord
Which ties my hands behind my back
Is not the arrangements of the words
But the description that I lack
And the illusion of decision
And the illusion of choice
I dare not pronounce a word
Lest I sacrifice my voice
And the illusion of my saddle
Like a bit of old testament
Is the throne on which my Appaloosa
And his compensated thieves now sit
Though I am sure by now
It has been made so evidently clear
No more will my bruised hands
Be stained wiping gently away at your tears
Is it best not to believe in anything?
And doubt at least suggests dimension
Whatever it may take
To crack that elusive smile of yours
Be it a sky full of stars
Or a handful of dust
Reciting songs between your coughs
Herds of bison thrust from cliffs
To be forgot in livestock troughs
But realized in holy scripts
And my little Idaho sealed in cotton
Passing for a man
His plow teaches dust to reason
And catalogues the ash
His panhandle tickling my prostate
Promising the land
His code influences my decision
In slaughtering my Lamb
He occupies the sight within my vision
And my imagined hands
My every motion, every ounce of gesture
Is imitating his
As well as all the great many eyesores
We are acquainted with
We are acquainted with
And my little Appaloosa stiffens
And blows a weary wind
His discussions stay intimately hidden
Between his spots and him
He knows there will be no reward
For shouldering this burden
He knows that with or without him
The world continues to spin
He knows the relevance of whether or not
I find his horseshoe prints
Embedded there upon the soil
We have been walking in
We have been walking in
We have been walking in
He needs not the witness of my eyes
To prove that he exists
And the people once you loved
Will turn their heads in shame
And for a second shiver
At the mention of your name
Adam said to Eve
"Darling, I know
The ass will mount the maker
The ass will mount the maker
And the cattle shall be stiffened
As for the horses, oh, the horses
Well, what's going to happen to the horses?"
Eve replied to Adam
"Darling Dear
The ass will mount the maker
And the cattle shall be stiffened
As for the horses, oh, the horses?
A horse is Rorschach spilling
Projected blots upon the snow
Will that be enough now to do ya?
Then it shall be so
To quote our patron Appaloosa:
"Amen!
Halle-mother****ing-lujah!'"
Appaloosa I saw you in cave paintings
On late night television
In the filth of the gutter
And there upon the incision
Where I was forced out of my mother
I saw you at the Parthenon
In Saturn swallowing his son
I saw you at the fertile crescent
Where your identity was won
And I've seen your muscles flex
In all my past and future lives
I saw you draft Uriah out
To plant your c**k there in his wife
Attending every decimal place
Between zero up to one
And I saw your silhouette projected
Eclipsing totally the sun
And I've tracked prints of your horseshoes
Between every flake of snow
But one place I could never find you
Was in our gem state Idaho
And the exploitation of the horses
And the exploitation of the narrative
And the exploitation of the horses
And newspapers and magazines
And their half-articulated deliberations
Will compose a story such as:
"Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine"
"Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine"
This is the moment now that defines my name
This is the moment now that I was engineered to realize
This is the moment now that defines my very name
Older than I have ever once been now
God has spoken to me privately now
It has been bestowed unto me now
The ultimate charity
A terrible, holy saw, holy saw
Its teeth fine enough to pierce the sky
And its blade strong enough to hold planets in place now
With this sacred artifact entrusted only to me
I will cut this horse in half
I will separate this horse
One half from the other
Entirely and unrepentantly
Only on condition that:
The Garden of Eden be superimposed
Onto the landscape we once called Idaho now
And a million Adams
And a million eves
All cry out
This is my masterpiece
This is my magnum opus
This is my crowning jewel
This is my northern star sapphire
This my "Raft of the Medusa"
This is my Sistine Chapel ceiling
May a hail of arrows
Pierce the hearts of any would-be doubting Thomases
And dissolve the doubts of any would-be skeptics
I am contractually obscuring
All my forcing of the needle:
"It is fear, not malice, that which turns the cheeks of otherwise well-intending people."
Is it not?
And now we now gaze upon one another
Having been made aware of our nudity
Realizing I am both
Mother****er, I am both: Adam and Eve
And also, in fact, neither
That I stare at both myself
And, simultaneously, nothing
Having been made
That I stare at both myself
And, simultaneously, nothing
Having been made
Having been made aware of my own nudity
My nudity
Swaddled in the conscience of having ever been naked
I'm naked, I'm naked
I know I'm naked
I know I'm naked
I know I'm naked
I know I'm naked
Eve's cunt now
Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush
Adam's c**k now
So tightly sheathed by a palm frond
Eve's cunt now
Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush
Adam's c**k now
So tightly sheathed by a palm frond
Eve's cunt now
Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush
Adam's c**k now
So tightly sheathed by a palm frond
I know, I know
I know, I know
Before the mirror I too place a hand over
My little Appaloosa
Appaloosa, Appaloosa, Appaloosa
Tucked silently away in his little stable
My half is all ass and tail
Your half is all chest and muzzle
The script, all things considered
Is only one half of the medicine
First and foremost, I'm a gentleman
It's not abnormal
It's not abnormal
It's not abnormal
Aren't my syringas doing splendidly?
I get it! I get it!
I understand!
Finally, I get it!
I finally figured it out!
At the end of my legs are not hands!
Nor feet!
But hooves!
And at the end of my back
Is not just ass
But tail! But tail!
And on the top of my head
Is not hair
Nor hat
But mane!
And at the end of my face
Is neither tongue, nor mouth
But snout!
Snout! Snout! Snout! Snout!
And I know in my heart of hearts
That this is my ass!
And I know in my heart of hearts
That these are my spots!
This is my ass
And these are my spots
It's always
"I will bury you beneath fifty tons of concrete
And raise a hell like no other."
Or:
"Do you love me?"
I will wring dry every thread of intimate mind between us
A hundred knots for a gem state crotch we both believe in
All the while you are attending
To the acrobatics of my roundabout desires
Today I'm particularly worried about my abilities as a lover
I need to know now
I need to know now
Do you ever feel me?
I need to know now
I need to know now
What happens next?
I need to know now
I need to know, right this instant, now
What's gonna happen to the horses?
I feel the need to inform you now:
By the time I am through here
I will have left no bridge unburned
And every stone upturned
You have wrung me completely dry
In a passionate stroke
I carve mountain bluebirds between my thighs
As gesture
I don't wanna hear it
Appaloosa
It's pedantic!
I'm not listening!
I don't know what's going to happen next
But
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Don't bury me in Idaho
See ya!
Alexander Kent
I-D-A-H-O
H-E-M-I-N-G-W-A-Y