i guess / i must be dumb
i saw you / peeping
as i had a pocket full
you, you, you / you’re much
what you are / you
so smooth
you must be / where your horses run free
i say / the ride
known / by the way
you parked / what have I got to lose?
and to slow down / was saturday night
you must be / where your horses run free
i guess / i should’ve closed my eyes
i had enough class / believe it or not
i’m always me
I was going / round
and love / that’s gonna last
you must be / where your horses run free
those kilometres / must too fast
i was always looking left / started to worry
i wondered / on the need
on the verge of take
i saw all the pictures / of honey
you drove me to the place / you need a love
have you got enough?
you must be / where your horses run free
baby / you’re much too fast
baby / have you got enough
‘cause if you don’t / you’re last
the jockeys / that were there before
right down to the ground / to find a love
i guess / I should’ve felt
a little ill / but it was saturday
your little red love machine
you must be / where your horses run free
you’re the kinda person / makes it right
love / that’s gonna last
/ / /
This is a found poem. Sources:
David Bowie. “Always Crashing in the Same Car.” Low, 1977. http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/davidbowie/alwayscrashinginthesamecar.html
Prince. “Little Red Corvette.” 1999, 1982. http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/prince/littleredcorvette.html
