Martian Horses

makes musical sounds using
GUITAR, BASS, CELLO, VIOLIN, PIANO, FLUTE, SAXOPHONE, GLOCKENSPIEL, DRUMS, MARIMBA, LAPSTEEL, TUBA, MELLOTRON, ORGAN
&
SELF-CRAFTED INSTRUMENTS & ELECTRONIC DEVICES
and we will carry it all on stage with us
UNTIL WE THROW OUT OUR BACKS.

Lyrics



this was real
we were bigger than universes
and i would dream about you
and wake up on the floor

for every scar we had
the world had more
because at this time
we were just young gods

our faces flawed but sweet
i had no fear of you this time

our limbs connect like trees
you broke my glasses

whatever love we make
the flesh unravels

i could burst with love
just like a thousands suns

so i could plainly see
we were young gods



We pull the stingers from our flesh
as we run from the nest
and the bees are dropping dead
but the world’s left to the rest.

Though this love is just the chaff
I don’t want to share
so you both can have my half
at least mistakes are fair.

My only friends, we spin around and ‘round again.

We break all our older toys
and wish them back again
‘cause button-eyes are blind
to everything we did

we’ll run for the shelter
suffer the children all things
digging stingers out again

My only friends, we spin around and ‘round again.

Well i never had a doubt
that it would all work out
though i made up all the words
i believed everything i heard

and you will see
that you and me
were probably never meant to be…

alone



We’ll gather all our things
and we’ll kick up all the dirt,
leave the bloodstains on our shirts
to show we’re kin

We’re the vanquished kids

So hold up your wooden swords,
and shout out to the world
“We’re gonna get there somehow!”

Though everything must end,
I know that there’s a place
(where) we’ll hang our golden faces on the sun.

If we just push on

We’ll catch all the things we’re chasing,
the monster’s we’ve been facing
and we’re gonna get there somehow.



When I was a kid
I stole things I didn’t need
because I believed
(in grey math)

The boy with the words that bend
suffers injury by the girl with hard hands
when overtures have failed
we weep behind the veil

All this scripted madness
like our houses are
the perfect killing jars
remind me why we stayed so long
pretending all along
that none of us was frail.

just come out
just come out
come out we’re waiting for you

to come out
you monarchs
just come out

we’re waiting for you
to come out
to come out