Deja-NU - The Year Of The Pony

I`m so burned out. There`s an old pony in the bathtub, sitting in cold water, crying. Could you please stop nibbling on my ears? It pains the pony. I want to paint the whole world happy one night. I know it would kill you. The moment you sat down and said nothing to me, the pony died. Come on, do something. Don`t just sit there. Your silence is reckless, you are a plastic oasis of mud. Are you comfortable with being someone new for a few hours, depending on the paint on your face? Who is the owner of the ne