Live from a bathroom in London... Its Sad Pony! I wrote this song in New York, several months ago, about a shitty coworker. The original title was Sad Pony (Im Gonna Get You Fired, Boy). I didnt have a second verse for it, until one night, when I met an equally lame, negative soul in a dive bar on the Lower East Side. I went home, penciled that guy in, and ever since, Sad Pony has come to represent, for me, anyone who channels his own insecurities onto you--negative people ride sad ponies. Negative people ride sad ponies! If you caught my going-away show in Brooklyn that last week of May, you saw this jammed out hard with the full band. Its better that way. But right now Im a bit drunk, home alone, and nothin on the menu for today. So I figured Id treat yall to an off-the-cuff, bathroom-acoustics version of this number. Lyrics to follow. All my peace and love, OJR -- Whats it gonna take To get you out my business... Man? Whats it gonna take To get you off my back? I dont cut my hair I wear high-heeled shoes When I wake up in the morning Its true that its 2 in the afternoon What does that have anything to do with you? You ride a sad pony Im gonna get ya fired, boy I see you standing there With your nice hair and your ice glare Lookin like you got some wild place to be Til I show up on the scene I mean, hey, you know me Im just lookin for a free place to pee You say, How bout I stand behind you Do some voodoo, before the three blue doors And ask you a few questions? I say, Hey, man, whats with all the hecklin and the pressurin? Im just tryin to spread the freshness Of love and peace But you ride a sad pony
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 13:34:09 +0000
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