Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 chevro Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. in the pouring rain on the dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into t 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 nearly imperceptible Of the drugs taking effect. he crosses the 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 waitre S he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his 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 N as brubaker.
"just remember," she says. "i'm holding you responsible for all this" he cringes at the tone of her voice. a quick in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of 3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried 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 midda T, he forces her 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 in size. 2 Later, still heading east towards the 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 alien language. and he mutters in perfect english in his sleep, whi Cking his mothers breast, his twisted utopian visions. she looks at him and says, "remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this.
Left lyrics:
Peace and and anger Brotherly Brotherly I I had something to say But I what it was I'm gonna try and say it Too ginseng Makes me Shortened Too ginger Takes me the baptist Comes to I've got to drive The is falling In of my eyes I've got to faster If I to get home
If I don't look where I'm [blah blah blah I'm gonna get [blah]
If I don't where I'm going [blah blah blah blah) I'm get [blah]
got to drive faster The is falling In of my eyes I've got to drive If I want to get
Right channel
Too much space Makes me Too much A [blah] wide a [blah blah blah] his face Then a [blah] fucking open spaces some cowboys some acid Many Makes me Nothing right now Too open spaces Yes Makes me ought to go up to wyoming And up some fucking open spaces And call her some hotel And look at the in the open spaces say it's fattening Be careful you're doing You can do you can do anything I said you can do You don't know you're doing Or don't do at all Because there are open spaces [blah blah] and
blah] horizon
They're on They don't know what they're So they can do I wonder those cowboys are I where those cowboys are