Wild Intellectual has an egotistical pretentious feel to it.
Maybe because it is a self made love story writen from one boy to another, using a made up girl as a metaphor.
Hey boy take a ride, don’t you know you’re going to make the other side.
There is no reason to be right. Ether, made you won’t forget.
Oh my only lonely head braking me down in the upper bed.
On the run or on the hide.
Don’t you ever… don’t you ever!
He’s my electric toy.
His eyes select me boy.
Hey boy you are making me ride… make me slide on the other side of things.
I am floating on thin air; just keep rolling with that snare.
In love is all we know it’s the only way we go so don’t you let go.
On the ride, on the hide it’s me and you so let me know.
He’s a pretty boy, he’s wild intellectual.
He’s wild intellectual, his eyes select me.
It’s electrical; he’s a pretty pretty pony.
from Ponyride EP,
released October 12, 2014
This EP was recorded, mixed & mastered by Carl Bodenstein
in his own private studio in the Wachau valley in lower Austria.
Made by using only pure analog devices*
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