Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 Chevrolet. Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. In the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into the blinding horizon.
Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west Texas highway transients. At dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible signs of the drugs taking effect. He crosses the border east into New Mexico. There is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over made waitress. As he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. He picks up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town known only as Brubaker.
"Just remember," she says. "I'm holding you responsible for all this" He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of the 3rd unattached eyeball. A star of dried cream at the bottom of the Styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midday heat, he forces her into sex.
The Chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. Drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 days later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 months pregnant. Later that day she gives birth to their son.
Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. And he mutters in perfect English in his sleep, while sucking his mothers breast, his twisted Utopian visions. She looks at him terrified and says, "Remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this.
left channel lyrics:
Peace and Love Love and Anger Brotherly Love Brotherly Love I though I had something to say But I forgot what it was I'm gonna try and say it anyway Too much ginseng Makes me nervous Organization Shortened sounds Too much ginger Takes me over John the Baptist Comes to mind I've got to drive faster The road is falling In front of my eyes I've got to drive faster If I want to get home
If I don't look where I'm going [blah blah blah blah] I'm gonna get [blah]
If I don't look where I'm going [blah blah blah blah) I'm gonna get [blah]
I've got to drive faster The road is falling In front of my eyes I've got to drive faster If I want to get home
right channel lyrics:
Too much open space Makes me nervous Too much ginseng A [blah] wide open Then a [blah blah blah] his face Then a doctor [blah] fucking open spaces Give some cowboys some acid Many [blah] Makes me nervous Nothing seems right now Too many open spaces Yes Wyoming Makes me nervous Someone ought to go up to Wyoming And open up some fucking open spaces And call her some hotel rooms And look at the turf in the open spaces Don't say its fattening Be careful what you're doing You can do anything Yeah you can do anything I said you can do anything You don't know what you're doing Or don't do anything at all Because there are wide open spaces [blah blah] and children
[blah blah] horizon
They're on acid They don't know what they're doing So they can do anything I wonder where those cowboys are I wonder where those cowboys are
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Copy to Clipboard: Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 Chevrolet. Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. In the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into the blinding horizon.
Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west Texas highway transients. At dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible signs of the drugs taking effect. He crosses the border east into New Mexico. There is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over made waitress. As he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. He picks up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town known only as Brubaker.
"Just remember," she says. "I'm holding you responsible for all this" He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of the 3rd unattached eyeball. A star of dried cream at the bottom of the Styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midday heat, he forces her into sex.
The Chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. Drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 days later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 months pregnant. Later that day she gives birth to their son.
Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. And he mutters in perfect English in his sleep, while sucking his mothers breast, his twisted Utopian visions. She looks at him terrified and says, "Remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this.
left channel lyrics:
Peace and Love Love and Anger Brotherly Love Brotherly Love I though I had something to say But I forgot what it was I'm gonna try and say it anyway Too much ginseng Makes me nervous Organization Shortened sounds Too much ginger Takes me over John the Baptist Comes to mind I've got to drive faster The road is falling In front of my eyes I've got to drive faster If I want to get home
If I don't look where I'm going [blah blah blah blah] I'm gonna get [blah]
If I don't look where I'm going [blah blah blah blah) I'm gonna get [blah]
I've got to drive faster The road is falling In front of my eyes I've got to drive faster If I want to get home
right channel lyrics:
Too much open space Makes me nervous Too much ginseng A [blah] wide open Then a [blah blah blah] his face Then a doctor [blah] fucking open spaces Give some cowboys some acid Many [blah] Makes me nervous Nothing seems right now Too many open spaces Yes Wyoming Makes me nervous Someone ought to go up to Wyoming And open up some fucking open spaces And call her some hotel rooms And look at the turf in the open spaces Don't say its fattening Be careful what you're doing You can do anything Yeah you can do anything I said you can do anything You don't know what you're doing Or don't do anything at all Because there are wide open spaces [blah blah] and children
[blah blah] horizon
They're on acid They don't know what they're doing So they can do anything I wonder where those cowboys are I wonder where those cowboys are
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