Horse, you left yourself at the beginning
That's the place they said that we would fall
Now horse, it's just a game out there for winning
Horses in a field sweep in the mud
She ran out, she thought she heard them whinny
I don't think I'd jump a horse, nuh-uh
Some just see four-legged foals for petting
Horses in a stall chewing on straw
Our modern tweakers, they don't need their horses
Some horses, for an apple they will part
As we ascended from the time of horses
I wondered if the horses missed their job
I am old story
I am a horse story
I am old story
I am a horse story
We'll kick them off, we'll kick them off
We'll kick them off, we'll kick them off
We'll kick them off, we'll kick them off
We'll kick them off, we'll kick them off
We'll kick them off, we'll kick them off
We'll kick them off, we'll kick them off
We'll kick them off, we'll kick them off
Off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off
HORS_ was written by Avey Tare.
HORS_ was produced by Avey Tare.
The basketball game. “HORS_” is just an example to me of how language has twisted and contorted and multiplied something by its meaning. That is to say, there are many horses we have known and many to come. Perhaps a horse will one day only be robotic. I saw a horse playing with a giant rubber ball...