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Neigh Sayers

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Dust storms in a neon canyon, Cowboys on electric reins. Gold teeth grin like prophets, Trade sunsets for pocket change. Boots drag trails of color, Hooves melt into the sand— Every deal stamped and branded By a sleight-of-hand man. They whisper sweet bronc stories, All glitter, no pasture, no hay… You can smell the truth on the breeze— but they swear it ain’t decay. Neigh-sayers, day traders, Selling dreams in desert bars. Slip a lasso round your wishes, Promise they’ll lead you to stars. Neigh-sayers, snake players, Trading futures for the past— They bet on broken halos and pray your hope won’t last. Chromed saddles, velvet tumbleweeds, Mirage-slick highways glow. Flash-smile cowboys dealing futures In kaleidoscope rodeo. Spinning spurs like hypnotists, Words sweeter than mescaline rain— They’ll trade you wings for horseshoes, Embrace the shine / hide the pain. You feel the ripples in the rhythm, Something holy going wrong— In a world of painted stallions, Only truth can buck this song. Neigh-sayers, day traders, Selling dreams in desert bars. Slip a lasso round your wishes, Promise they’ll lead you to stars. Neigh-sayers, snake players, Trading futures for the past— They bet on broken halos and pray your hope won’t last. Silver dust on your tongue… Stars stampede through your lungs… Is this heaven or a hustler’s dream? Are we riders or the ridden in between? So saddle up your heartbeat, Ride the truth before it fades— Neigh-sayers paint illusions… But real horses don’t need shades. Neigh…don't...say Neigh, don't trade your soul for your dream. For there's gotta be a horse for you that rides right in between. Giddy up ... Yeah yeah yeah… giddy up... Collage with ai music and lyrics by S.R.Chappell

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