Equus Caballus

Equus Caballus - the horse - poetry in motion, is a presentation of songs about horses that reflect their bond of friendship with humans.

Transcript

SPEAKER_00 0:18

This is Acoustic Avenue. I'm Ted Crouch, your host, with co-producer Joe Little. We respectfully acknowledge that we live, work, and make our music on the traditional lands of the Sequma Nation, who have cared for their territory within Turtle Island since time immemorial, and continue to do so today.

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To introduce today's programming.

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On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life. There was sand and hills and rain. The first thing I met was a fly with the bugs and the sky. With no clouds. I've been through the desert on a horse with no name. Felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert, you can't remember your name. Cause there ain't no one, but to give you no pain. After two days in the desert sun, my skin began to turn red. After three days in the desert fun, I was looking at a river bed. And the story it told Of a river that flowed me. I've been through the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert, you can't remember your name. Cause there ain't no one but to give you no pain. After nine days, I let the horse run free. Cause the desert had turned to sea. There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was plants and fills and rain. The ocean is a desert with its life underground. And the perfect disguise above. Under the city, I don't heart made around, but the young given love. We have been through the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to be above the rain. In the desert, you can't remember your name. Cause the rain, no one wants to give you no rain.

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Without a trace behind, run along my gut one last time. I tend to face an empty space where once you used to lie and smile for the spark that lights the night through a teardrop in my eye.

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On a dark flat land, she rides on a pony, she named Wildfire. With the world wind by sight on a cold Nebraska night. Busted down and stall. In a blizzard he was lost.

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She ran calling wildfire. She ran calling wildfire. She ran calling wild by the dark of the moon.

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I planted But there came an early snow. For six nights in a row. She's coming for me, I know. And on wildfire, we're both gonna go. We'll be riding wildfire. We'll be riding wild, but we'll be riding wild. We're gonna ride, we're gonna be hand.

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Riding one Michael Martin Murphy returns singing goodbye, old and we end this set with Natasha Beddingfield and Wild Horses.

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So that must hang down. Come on and steal my kiss, girl. I got you in my arms. Coming all undone, no fences in your heart.

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Run wild horse, go win my channel in your lips on mine.

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Those stars come out at night, but they don't shine like you. You've got your own spotlight, girl. I wanna take you home. Wanna get you all alone. Unleash this little mind.

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Upon the ridge, he rested as he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed counties through the ragged skies. Their friends were still on fire and their hooks were made of steel. Their walls were black and shiny, and their hunger, he could feel fear went through him as they thundered through the sky. For his all the riders coming hot. Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat. These rats hard to catch that herd, but he ain't count 'em yet. No He ain't called 'em yet.

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They've got a rat forever on the range up in the sky. All horses start to fire.

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As they ride on to the cry As the rattles don't mind, call me.

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If you want to save yourself from the rat no ride.

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Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall, put it on my pony, lead him out of the stove, tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west. We'll ride the prairie. We love the best. Ride around a little donkeys, ride around a real snow, fiery stuff, where to go. I'm off the mountain. Goodbye. I'm leaving chunk. Goodbye. I'm leaving chunk. My foot's in the stirrup, my bridles in hand. Goodbye, little annie, my horse is won't stand. Goodbye, O'Meaving Shy. Goodbye, O Pay. I'm leaving shy.

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Face up against the glass. I'm looking at Is this my life? I'm wondering. It happens so fast. How do I turn this thing around? Is this the bed I chose to make? It's greener pastures I'm thinking about. Wide open spaces far away. All I want is the wind in my hair to face the fear, but I feel scared. Wild horses, I wanna be like you, throwing caution to the wind. I'll run free to wish I could make us in love. Like I'm longing too. I wanna run with the wild horses. Run with the wild horses, I am I see the girl I wanna be, riding back every along the shore. If only that someone was me, jumping head first, headlong without a floor, to act and damn the consequence. How I wish it could be that easy. But fear surrounds me like a fence. I wanna break free. All I want is the wind in my head to face the fear, but not feel scared. Oh my horses I wanna be like you throwing caution to the wind, I run free to We shake a clean love like a longing too. Wanna run with the wild horse heads, run with the wild horse heads wanna running myself before you I wanna open up my heart telling how I feel all horses I wanna be like you throwing horse into the wind I'll run free to win backlessly love like a longing too. I wanna drop with a wild horses, run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses.

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He does one trick only, that's the principal source of the revolution And when he steps into the spotlight, you can feel the heat of his heart on horizon See how he dances, see how he looks from side to side See how it prances, the way his hooves just seem to glide He's just the one trip, pony, that's all he is, but he turns that trip with pride He makes it look so easy It looks so clean He moves like I macular machine He makes me think about all of these extra moves I make all this hurgy jerky motion And the bag of tricks it takes To get me through my working day One trip pony He's a one-trick pony He either fails or he succeeds He gives his testimony Then he relaxes in the weeds He's got one trip to last a lifetime But that's all a pony need Yeah that's all he needs Looks so easy, it looks so clean He moves like a immaculate machine It makes me think about all of these extra moves I make And all of this emotion And with all the tricks it takes to get me through my working day One trip pony One trip pony One trip only One Pretty Houses over I have to ride Lone Over I go to Highway for you You know who I am You know I can let you slide through my head Why horses couldn't drag me away Why horses couldn't drag me away I watched you suffer now you decided to show me the study No sweet Oh of stage lines Could make me bitter treat you and kind Why horses couldn't dread me awake Why horses shouldn't drag me away.

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I have my freedom, but I don't have much time Let's do something after it.

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Why says couldn't drag me away?

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Why all says we'll write them from the Worcester Could track me a birdie Wow Wilds We'll write them somebody's the final set for today's special poetry in motion major figures in the genre? Lady Wilson and Willie Nelson are actively involved in horse-related endeavors. And Reba McIntyre has a background in barrel racing and horse care. This is Lady Wilson with wildflowers and wild horses. Reba McIntyre sings just like them horses, and Willie Nelson closes the show with a horse called music.

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In the middle of the night, I hear a cornfield cow cry about the moon no matter what sky I'm laying under In the eye of a hurricane when I got my foot in the grave I'll dig my boots into the dirt and face the rolling thunder I'm five generations a blazing a trail through five fiery valleys and overgrown dales I'm barefooting bare back and born tough as next I puff is a reckless and walking for Jack I push like a daisy through all sidewalk back out of crazy still running its courses Wildflowers wild horses water in my flat So I'm taking care of either way make something I'm always trying to do by foot in bed in Boris through those I will crack crazy to run in his course crazy still running his courses with wildflowers wild horses Wildflowers Wild Horses She held him close then she kissed his face he said it just has to be this way yours is the heart I'll always keep I'm not gonna even if I leave if you love me don't you be afraid to look in my eyes and open up the gate then watch me ride beneath a new bone suns just like them horses when it's time to run Sid Chalky Mountain is calling me gonna take a walk up where I can see turning face that a western wind oh and I'll be home again don't you be afraid to look in my eyes and open up the gate then watch me ride beneath a coach just like the horses when it's time to just let them horses she held in his hand he took one last breath then she walked out to the front porch step stared at the sky tears on her face and she swore she could hear him say If you love me don't you be afraid to look in my eyes and open up the gate that watch me ride beneath a newborn sun just like them horses when it's time to ride just like them horses when it's time to run when it's time to run when it's time to run to the horse with a song on his lips and a tear in his eye he dreams all the time and a lady that loved him and how he would sing her sweet lullaby But we don't ever ask him and he never talks about her I guess it's just better that we all let it slide and he sings to the ladies and we make some sigh then he rides away on a horse he calls muse the pain in his heart and the tear in his eye now he rode the music from Boston to Bozeman for not too much money and way too much ride But those were the days when a horse he called music could jump through the moon and fly across the sky now all that's left is an old time worn cowboy with only his dreams of the days long gone by and trailing behind is a horse with no rider a horse he calls memories that she used to ride but he sang ooh to the ladies and ooh we down there made some fall right down and die and he right away on a horse he called music with a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye on Western Montana to Acoustic Avenue until next time this is Ted Crouch signing off and on behalf of Joe Little from our hearts to yours stay safe and love the ones you're with peace Cook's job