Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering 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 long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and 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 transients. at dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible Of the 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 waitre S he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. he 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 glance in the rear mirror reveals to him the vision of 3rd unattached eyeball. a star of 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 midda T, he 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 grown 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 cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. and he mutters in perfect english in his sleep, whi Cking his mothers breast, his twisted utopian visions. she looks at him terrified and says, "remember, I'm holding you for all of this.
channel 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 me nervous Shortened Too much Takes me the baptist Comes to got to drive faster The is falling In of my eyes got to drive faster If I want to get
If I look where I'm going [blah blah blah blah] I'm gonna get
If I look where I'm going [blah blah blah blah) I'm gonna get
I've got to drive The is falling In of my eyes got to drive faster If I to get home
Right lyrics:
Too much space Makes me Too much A [blah] open a [blah blah blah] his face Then a doctor [blah] fucking open Give some some acid Many me nervous Nothing seems now Too many spaces Yes me nervous Someone ought to go up to And up some fucking open spaces And call her some hotel And at the turf 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 don't know you're doing Or don't do at all Because there are wide spaces [blah and children
[blah blah]
on acid They don't know they're doing So they can do I wonder where those are I wonder where cowboys are