Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death of his endearing 1962 chevro Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. in the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside 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 deer and west texas highway transients. at dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible 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 over made waitre S 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 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 glance in the rear mirror reveals to him the vision of 3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam cup on the smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midda T, he her into sex.
The chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 Later, still heading east 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 in his sleep, whi Cking his mothers breast, his twisted visions. she looks at him terrified and says, "remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this.
channel lyrics:
Peace and Love and love love I I had something to say But I forgot it was I'm try and say it anyway Too ginseng Makes me Shortened Too ginger me over John the to mind I've got to faster The is falling In front of my got to drive faster If I want to get
If I don't where I'm going [blah blah blah I'm gonna get [blah]
If I look where I'm going [blah blah blah) I'm gonna get [blah]
I've got to faster The road is In of my eyes I've got to faster If I want to get
Right lyrics:
Too much space me nervous Too ginseng A [blah] wide Then a blah blah] his face Then a doctor [blah] fucking spaces Give some some acid [blah] Makes me seems right now Too many spaces Yes Makes me Someone to go up to wyoming And open up some fucking open And call her some rooms And look at the in the open spaces Don't say it's Be careful what doing You can do Yeah you can do I you can do anything You know what you're doing Or do anything at all Because there are wide open [blah and children
[blah horizon
They're on They don't what they're doing So can do anything I where those cowboys are I wonder where cowboys are