Phoning it in

Thank God that I've kept a few posts as drafts, so that I can spend 20 seconds online and make it seem like I'm actually keeping up with my duties. This is the penultimate draft, to be followed only by That which may never be named or spoken of here, which will probably eventually be both spoken of and named.

So:

We need to lose the sax solo
Or, Two songs about horses that I dig.


My Lovely Horse

My lovely horse,
running through the field,
Where are you going
with your fetlocks blowing
in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugarlumps,
And ride you over fences,
Polish your hooves every single day,
And bring you to the horse dentist.

My lovely horse,
You're a pony no more,
Running around with a man
on your back,
Like a train in the night
Like a train in the night.


The Stallion, Part II

For hither not, I am the stallion
Come fear, come love, I am the stallion
You know that I am the stallion, mang
I am, I am the stallion, mang
You know that I am the stallion, mang
I live, I walk, I am the stallion, mang
Hair-throng goo-tongue, stallion mang
A 2 S-T-A-L-L-I-O-N
I am the stallion, mang
1: I can drink
2: I get groomed
3: I go for a walk
I am the stallion, mang
You know that I am the stallion, mang
Deaner! Deaner! Dude!
Where can you be? Come hither
Who are you? The stallion
What's goin' on?
Who are you, Deaner?
I am, I am the stallion
You are the stallion
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-S-S-T-A-L-L-I-O-N
I am the stallion, mang
I can feel what I like to see in you and me and the stallion
I can play, I get to take the water because I am the stallion
O-P-L-G-H-M-F-S-T-A-L-L-I-O-N
Stallion, mang
Stallion, mang
Stallion, mang
I am the stallion
Wild stallion
Wild stallion
Goodbye
Stallion
Stallion
Goodbye
Stallion! Stallion! Stallion! Stallion! Stallion!
Stallion, mang
Whenever forth you come hither, when I can see the wind,
I shall too ride upon the stallion
I shall too lick the palm of the stallion,
Whilst I drink the hair from the stallion, man
I am the stallion