Felicia_Atkinson-On_Being_Kind_To_Horses-(FLUIDAUDIO010)-2012-CRN

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 █  ARTIST: Felicia Atkinson                                                  █
 █  TITLE: On Being Kind to Horses                                            █
 █  LABEL: Fluid Audio                                                        █
 █  GENRE: Ambient                                                            █
 █  BITRATE: 263kbps avg                                                      █
 █  PLAYTIME: 0h 25min total                                                  █
 █  RELEASE DATE: 2012-00-00                                                  █
 █  RIP DATE: 2012-03-17                                                      █
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 █  01. Hooves Drummed (Ostend)                                         8:41  █
 █  02. Drink With Wind (Bruges)                                       16:55  █
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 █  Felicia Atkinson presents twenty five minutes of snowy drones inspired    █
 █  by Vladimir MayakovskyÆs poemà                                            █
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 █  Hooves drummed,                                                           █
 █  Seeming to say,                                                           █
 █  Clip,                                                                     █
 █  Clop,                                                                     █
 █  Crop,                                                                     █
 █  Crap.                                                                     █
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 █  Drink with wind,                                                          █
 █  Shod in ice,                                                              █
 █  the street slipped.                                                       █
 █  The horse                                                                 █
 █  Collapsed                                                                 █
 █  On its cropper,                                                           █
 █  Crowds of gapers                                                          █
 █  Gathered, crowds                                                          █
 █  Of trousers coming to a crotch                                            █
 █  on Kuznetsky Street.                                                      █
 █  Gathered in a seam,                                                       █
 █  Laughter tittered and spluttered.                                         █
 █  ôA horse down,                                                            █
 █  A horse has slipped,ö                                                     █
 █  Snickered the whole Kuznetsky.                                            █
 █  I alone                                                                   █
 █  Failed to add my voice to its howl.                                       █
 █  I went up                                                                 █
 █  And saw                                                                   █
 █  The horseÆs great eyesà                                                   █
 █  The street upturned                                                       █
 █  And floating,                                                             █
 █  The way he saw ità                                                        █
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 █  I went up and saw                                                         █
 █  Tear after large tear                                                     █
 █  Dripping down his muzzle                                                  █
 █  And onto his coatà                                                        █
 █  And a moaning                                                             █
 █  And animal-like grief                                                     █
 █  Burst out in a flood,                                                     █
 █  And, rustling, spread.                                                    █
 █  ôHorse, donÆt you cry.                                                    █
 █  Horse, listen.                                                            █
 █  What do you think! Are you worse than them?                               █
 █  My child, we are all                                                      █
 █  To some extent horses.                                                    █
 █  All of us have in us                                                      █
 █  Some of the horse.ö                                                       █
 █  The horse may have been old                                               █
 █  And needed no nursing,                                                    █
 █  What said might have seemed trite                                         █
 █  But nevertheless                                                          █
 █  It lurched                                                                █
 █  To its feet,                                                              █
 █  Whinned and                                                               █
 █  Moved off again.                                                          █
 █  It went back to its stable,                                               █
 █  Stood content in its stall.                                               █
 █  Ans it thought it was                                                     █
 █  A young colt again,                                                       █
 █  That it is worthwhile living                                              █
 █  And it wasnÆt bad working                                                 █
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 █  Vladimir Mayakovsky                                                       █
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