The City and Horses

Melodically devolving into madness

STRANGE RANGE LYRICS

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WHIP

You see what happens

When I crack the whip

He won't give me no trouble

He won't give me no lip

 

You see what happens

When I crack the whip

He won't give me no trouble

And if he does I'll crack his lip

 

In the bedroom light

In the midday sun

In front of my friends

In front of everyone

 

He makes me jump

Through hoops on fire

And when I get burned

Then I jump higher

 

So I hang my head

And I bow to it

With my eyes down low

That's how to do it

 

17

The sweetest little thing that I've ever seen

Was you smoking weed at seventeen

I watched from the porch in a blinding rage

I wasn't straight edge but I hadn't come of age

 

It was a beach town winter and I jumped in my car

I left you there but I didn't get far

I felt like a creeper as I drove back around

I checked my beeper but it didn't make a sound

 

The sweetest little thing that I've ever seen

Was you smoking weed at seventeen

With your eyes glazed over, it's still crystal clear

Frozen in time, a lacquered veneer

 

There was snow on the sand

That made my feet feel weird

I rubbed the back of my hand

On the slack of my beard

 

And waited for you

And hated you, too

I was never young but I was stupid

And a little naive

I guess I still am

Cos I believe

 

The sweetest little thing that I've ever seen

Was you smoking weed at seventeen

With your eyes glazed over, it's still crystal clear

Frozen in time, a lacquered veneer  

 

PRETTY PRETTY

You're pretty pretty

And so is your mister

And you're both pretty happy

So do you have sister

 

Who looks and talks

Has books overdue

Who styles her hair

And smiles like you

 

If you do then that's great

Would you set up a date?

I'm here for one more day

 

If you don't then I'll go

But I just want to know

Do you love him enough to stay?

 

You're pretty pretty

And so is your other

And you're both pretty happy

So do you have a brother

 

Who jokes and laughs

With folks at the zoo

Who's pale and plain

But glows like you

 

If you do then that's grand

But first understand

He's the closest to you I could find

 

If you don't then I'll leave

But I have to believe

You're the only one of your kind

You're the only one who

 

Looks and talks

Collects books overdue

Who beams when she daydreams

Of life in Peru

 

Who's honest and fair

Who doesn't care what I do

Who's miles away

And smiles like you

 

I HAVE MY REASONS

I know I don't often shave my beard

Maybe once or twice with the change of seasons

I know, I know I've been acting weird

But I have my reasons

 

And one of them is not a girl

Or the drugs I snort up my nose

No I don't do drugs and the girl that I got is fine

The reasons I'm acting strange

Are not hers but mine, all mine

 

I know I no longer follow my team

At least not these last few seasons

And it's clear by now I don't want to dream

But I have my reasons

 

And one of them is not a job

Or how I hate my boss

No I don't have a job and my last boss was basically fine

The reasons I'm skipping seasons

Are not theirs but mine, all mine

 

STRANGE RANGE

Bring me my zither, I want to compose

A song called come hither and take off your clothes

Oh, who am I kidding, I'm not Viennese

I do my bidding on strings such as these

 

It's a strange, strange way to live

It's a strange range of thoughts that rule us

It's a strange, strange way to live

It's a strange range of thoughts that fool us

It's strange

 

Bring me my zither, it's out by the trees

That wither in winter and bloom in the breeze

Oh, who am I kidding, I live on a block

Where weeds crack cement and cement cracks the rock

 

It's a strange, strange way to live

It's a strange range of thoughts that rule us

It's a strange, strange way to live

It's a strange range of thoughts that fool us

It's strange

 

RE-INKING

I need to change my thinking

Not just a little, I'm thinking

But a total stinking

Blue print re-inking

 

I need to change my ways

I haven't changed for days

It's now more than a phase

When it stays, it stays

 

I need change my head

Unsay things I've said

Unread books I've read

I need to go to bed

 

I need to stop this now

I need to take a vow

To disallow

But I don't know how

I just don't know how

 

ALL OF THESE THINGS

I don't sing great

That's not what I'm about

And if it's after eight

Then I don't go out

 

But I should do all of these things

I should sing like the Byrds

In other words

 

I should do all of these things

With strangers in bars

In the backseats of cars

 

I don't sing with vibrato

I have a drippy nose

And I don't want to win the lotto

And I don't wear hippie clothes

 

But I should do all of these things

I should sing with conviction

Even men of distinction

 

Do all of these things

They want to win

They know how to begin

 

I keep forgetting that

What I'm getting at

Is I used to be a sporty one

Now I'm scared plenty

That I'm closer to forty one

Than that sacred twenty

 

I don't look myself in the eye

With songs like these it's pretty clear why

 

MY STRANGE WAYS

I've been bad to you

More like a brother to you

Than a lover to you

I owe more to you

 

Than this song

That's sung in the key of A

It's wrong

For me to act this way

 

I will try to change

But I need the key

To unlock the strange

Ways of me

 

You've been mad at me

Throwing stares at me

I'd rather chairs at me

You deserve more from me

 

Than this song

That's sung in the key of A

It's wrong

For me to act this way

 

I will try to change

But I need the key

To unlock the strange

Ways of me

 

And this song

It stung in the key of A

It's not strong of me

To act this way

 

I will try to change

But I need the key

To unlock the strange

Ways of me

 

COOL JOE

Joe, oh, Joe

Where did your golden arm go?

 

Joe, when you'd throw

How did you stay cool, joe?

 

These questions that I ask

Are not directed at you

Or the light that used to bask

Upon your golden statute

If you want to know the truth

It's about us and our youth

 

Joe, oh, Joe

Where did the 1990s go?

We wanna know

 

SLAVE

I'm a slave, not to love

And definitely not to work

I'm a slave to something

That's driving me totally berserk

 

I'm a slave to a constant worry

I behave like my brain is blurry

 

I'm a slave, not to the Yankee dollar

I'm a slave, come on yank me collar

I'm a slave, not to funny

And not to the girl I call honey

 

I'm a slave to a constant worry

I behave like my brain is blurry

 

I'm a slave to my feet

They drag me up and down the street

And repeat, and repeat

And repeat, I admit defeat

 

I'm a slave to a constant worry

I behave like my brain is blurry

 

KAWAII DANCE

Can we dance?