Once I had a horse that talked. One June we walked to the south of France and performed in front of thousands for the summer season, this horse and I. Our show was not glamorous, we sang covers of Cure songs and Talking Heads and we acted out scenes from feel good films like Thelma and Louise. At the end of August with bags of Francs in our satchels we continued walking across the Pyrenees around the coast of Northern Spain, sleeping under street lamps and pine trees, eating sausages and doughnuts, skipping over moonbeams and mice.
After selling hash for a while in Portugal we caught a boat to Morocco and gambled in secret clubs, eating muddy snails, and frogs faces, wearing the finest hats. We moved on again, wiggling to the desert under November sun until the grand peaks appeared and up and up we walked to where our breath was taken, and the world lay pretty beneath our eyeballs.
"We could do this forever", I said, "walk the world with our legs."
And he said, "oh Scotty, you know nothing lasts forever."
The next day on the road he met a prime nag, a filly, with a clean pair of hoofs and no baggage.
"Is this love," he said, "this feeling in my legs?"
"I'm not sure," I replied, "you might just be hungry."
And with that he winked and wandered off up paths I could not follow, the sun falling behind my shoulders, and the bells ringing out for morning prayers.
Scott Lavene - Horse and I Lyrics
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Once I had a horse that talked. One June we walked to the south of France and performed in front of thousands for the summer season, this horse and I. Our show was not glamorous, we sang covers of Cure songs and Talking Heads and we acted out scenes from feel good films like Thelma and Louise. At the end of August with bags of Francs in our satchels we continued walking across the Pyrenees around the coast of Northern Spain, sleeping under street lamps and pine trees, eating sausages and doughnuts, skipping over moonbeams and mice.
After selling hash for a while in Portugal we caught a boat to Morocco and gambled in secret clubs, eating muddy snails, and frogs faces, wearing the finest hats. We moved on again, wiggling to the desert under November sun until the grand peaks appeared and up and up we walked to where our breath was taken, and the world lay pretty beneath our eyeballs.
"We could do this forever", I said, "walk the world with our legs."
And he said, "oh Scotty, you know nothing lasts forever."
The next day on the road he met a prime nag, a filly, with a clean pair of hoofs and no baggage.
"Is this love," he said, "this feeling in my legs?"
"I'm not sure," I replied, "you might just be hungry."
And with that he winked and wandered off up paths I could not follow, the sun falling behind my shoulders, and the bells ringing out for morning prayers.
After selling hash for a while in Portugal we caught a boat to Morocco and gambled in secret clubs, eating muddy snails, and frogs faces, wearing the finest hats. We moved on again, wiggling to the desert under November sun until the grand peaks appeared and up and up we walked to where our breath was taken, and the world lay pretty beneath our eyeballs.
"We could do this forever", I said, "walk the world with our legs."
And he said, "oh Scotty, you know nothing lasts forever."
The next day on the road he met a prime nag, a filly, with a clean pair of hoofs and no baggage.
"Is this love," he said, "this feeling in my legs?"
"I'm not sure," I replied, "you might just be hungry."
And with that he winked and wandered off up paths I could not follow, the sun falling behind my shoulders, and the bells ringing out for morning prayers.
Writer: Benjamin Woods, Scott Lavene
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.