Lewis Takes Off His Shirt - Owen Pallett

As soon as I got on the horse I forgot about the math

Forgot about the odds against an adolescent standing up to all of Owen’s wrath

The heat of prairie summer is impossible to take

I grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet head

I know what you’re looking for and I’m never gonna give it to you

I’m never gonna give it to you

I’m never gonna give it to you

Government rule established by a dazzling light show

A hegemony armored with a thousand-watt head and seven inches of echo

I keep up my velocity my spurs are in her sides

I don’t know what I’m doing and it is the only way

Toward the range I’ll ride, singing, I’m never gonna give it to you

I’m never gonna give it to you

I’m never gonna give it to you

«I am overrated» said the sculptress to the sea

«I've been praised for all the ways the marble leaves the man

And I was wrong to try and free him»

And as for me I am a vector I am muscle I am bone

The sun upon my shoulders and the horse between my legs

This is all I know

My senses are bedazzled by the parallax of the road

I concentrate to keep contained the overflow

My knuckles grip so tightly my fingers start to bleed

If what I have is what you need

I’m never gonna give it to you

I’m never gonna give it to you

I’m never gonna give it to you