Alyson Greenfield: Music
Glockenspiel
(Alyson Greenfield)
Get out your horses, your headless horsemen are calling with their throats of steel. Get off your horses your headless horsemen are coming, with their hearts of steel. I am a glockenspiel. I am a windmill. I move the energy round like the forces of nature. Like they do. I gather up the wind in my basket so I can pull on through. I am a glockenspiel. I am a windmill. They look at you like you've been sitting here for a while. They look at you like you've been sitting here for a while, waiting for your ship to come in. And they don't want you I can tell. They've got a sense of you without a sense of smell. So maybe if I come to you too, they won't want me. Everybody's rushing after their horses, gathering up their forces. I am just a glockenspiel. I imagine myself a windmill. And if I can become inanimate then I don't have to worry about it. I am a glockenspiel. I am a windmill. I am.