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Carousel (Black Stallion)

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[Intro — sparse solo piano, minor key, fragile and unadorned] [Verse 1 — voice fragile, breaking, intimate close-mic] Seven years old Hearing a loud crash I saw you lying on the floor. Couldn't pick you up I wasn't strong enough but I cleaned your broken glass and [voice cracks, barely holding together] I got cuts all over my hands Broken promises on the ground. [Pre-Chorus 1 — percussion and bass enter, near-spoken, accusatory but turned inward] Do you remember that day we... damn that's a stupid question because you aren't here anymore [Chorus 1 — guitar enters, aching and beautiful, big but tender, raw but lovely] I remember that day we took a polaroid riding the carousel You held me like I might break smiling through the heartache I rode the Black Stallion Black stallion I remember Your hair flowed free [voice breaking open, full emotional weight] I waited so patiently For you to want me [Verse 2 — fuller band arrival, rawer and more bitter edge] Neverending string Of bad boyfriends you brought home I remember an empty room with just the TV static to keep me company Did you ever think to- check on me I wasn't alright I was hurt countless times by the men you brought home [restrained ache, barely controlled] But I pretended to be fine Just to make you stop crying [Pre-Chorus 2 — drop moment, band pulls back, whispered or raw] Do you remember... doesn't matter, does it [Chorus 2 — repeat, full arrangement] I remember that day we took a polaroid riding the carousel You held me like I might break smiling through the heartache I rode the Black Stallion Black stallion I remember Your hair flowed free I waited so patiently For you to want me [Bridge — full band, sweeping and cathartic] You used to sing Free Horses when you were drunk but I can only see your broken horses Broken horses Broken horses on the run You wanted to live Wanted to live [repetition/stutter for emphasis] But never stopped, never stopped Never stopped dying [Final Chorus — stripped back down, quiet, intimate] I remember that day we took a polaroid riding the carousel You held me like I might break lying through the heartache I rode the Black Stallion Black stallion I don't want to remember Your hair flowed free I no longer wait for anything black stallion black stallion