I Blew Away / Ride That Sexy Horse

Lyrics

[Part I: I Blew Away] [Verse] Road You walked into, was blue, I know I followed you and then I [Chorus] Burn your day down I burn your day down I blew away to some town [Verse] Road I walked into, was blue, I wrote I followed you and then I [Chorus] Burn your day down I burn your day down I blew away to sundown [Part II: Ride That Sexy Horse] I was enjoying a bowl of chicken noodle soup I was sitting on my roof That's when the lead raindrop fell On my head Like a raw egg. The raindrop fell —splat— then widened and divided The raindrop dribbled in all directions Through my scalp, down the back of my neck Around the curvy part of my ear And down the right-hand side of my face When the raindrop touched my eye, I screamed It burned At the time, I didn't know it was a lead raindrop I thought it was just regular Suddenly, there was a piano on my lawn A very old, auburn-colored piano The stain on it was flaking The white keys were yellow with age and fingers The top blew off, and I could see into the piano Into its strings (That's how pianos work—strings) My wife walks out of our house and into the backyard I don't think she knew I was home I was cutting flag class (Flag class is where you learn about flags) My wife pours a glass of clear liquid into the piano She lights a match Fire grows from in there, the right hand The match becomes a torch The torch becomes a leash The leash lands in the heart of the piano It didn't take long for the fire to devour the piano's inside Then it set to work on the piano skin I froze My wife is playing rodeo games With a flaming lasso The piano is her pony Orange lava coursed through its veins (The pony in my yard) It crackled under my wife's rope hold She laughs (And cackles) Regina, my wife, keeps twirling the lasso (Groups of young black girls spin tandem jump rope on some sidewalk) Firetruck comes My wife was not laughing (as I had first thought) She's talking "Horse," I hear (Something touches at the recesses of my memory) My neck is tight with listening The voice of a puppet Not Wife "Regina," I shouted The firetruck was black It kept circling my house Down the street Through my backyard fence (Snake in the bushes) Then through the fence again And out my front yard (At the bottom of my driveway) Through the fence And into my backyard (A lion in the flowerbed) Then through the fence and out again "Regina!" Down my throat And through my lungs And out my ass And up again ("Ride that sexy horse, ride that sexy horse, ride that sexy horse...") I screamed I think I peed my pants...I definitely peed my pants That's when I dropped my bowl of soup Piano's in pieces Burning timber on the lawn Its strings hung from Regina's rope of fire The black truck, like a python, spiraling up my neck Heading toward the tunnel at the top of my skull The hole in my head from that blessed lead raindrop I remembered My mother's last words She said, "Ride the pretty horse, ride the pretty horse..." "Regina" She won't let go of the rope In a pindrop My wife's arm catches fire Flames race up her arm Catching her hair somewhere around the right shoulder Her head is engulfed in blue (color) In white (her white collar) On fire On fire My wife is on fire The piano burnt down The train caroused around my house "Ride that sexy horse," she howled (Ride that sexy horse, ride that sexy horse) (Ride the pretty horse, ride the pretty horse) (Ride that sexy horse, ride that sexy horse) (Ride the pretty horse, ride the pretty horse) (Snoring)