riding passenger through the countryside
national beauty highway 1969
power lines overhead
blistered sky pink and red
your hands on top of his
gripping the stick shift, can you believe how long it's been?
and it's still the same old road signs
the paint stretched out in straight lines
counting the exits all the way back home
to the upper west side
and it takes a lifetime
when you leave they'll take
your name your words your face
but taconic state parkway will outlast your body
you thought you were dreaming
the tires slip beneath you
until you looked across and saw his two eyes drifting
and all the words you should've said
all the strength you should've summoned
all the years you spent with your back against the wall
just to make one thing beautiful
An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2018