Dry Hooves from Saskadumy | ЦАЦКАДУМА by Kitz Willman

“Horse, oh my horse.
I prize you for a pittance of gold.
Horse, oh my horse…
Gold coins worth the weight of bandura.”

In Sheho at the market square,
a young Kobzar walks the shops.
She walks through the market leading her horse.
She kneels down to speak with him,
“Horse, oh my horse.
I prize you for a pittance of gold.
Gold coins worth the weight of bandura.
A hundred pieces or a brick, I’m told.
A brick of gold and a barrel of wine.”

Just then the horse replied,
“Rider, oh rider,
do not prize me, please.
Rider, oh rider, here’s a memory…
We had to flee the red coat hounds
for causing trouble at the rodeo grounds.
I leapt across the whole river Red.
Didn’t even get my hooves wet,
I didn’t let em wound you in the slightest.
Didn’t let em cut an inch of your hair!

Rider, oh rider, do not prize me, please!
Rider, oh rider,
Do not make it so!”

“Horse, oh my horse,
I prized you pittance of gold,
But horse, oh my horse,
truth be told you’re my only friend.”

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• experimental hip-hop
• field recordings
• jazz hip hop
• weird rap
• Winnipeg