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michael mcguire - road rage كلمات الأغنية

the present is a roadside motel where only the junked souls stay, a
blur of motion for all the rest; clockwise habits waste the days away,
time zones and mind zones and chaos for a comp-ss guide, but to get
somewhere man isn’t that the point of the ride, destination is a
contingency of the desperation behind the wheel, a drivers waltz is
with the stranger; the only way you know how to feel, movement is the
meaning and any other implied relevance is just a wall, these trapped
echoes if this talk got any smaller we wouldn’t be able to hear it at all.
there’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker
baby that’ll tell you when your dead.
the euphoric pulse of misery’s bride is synched to the miracle mile,
and the b-st-rd children of your better judgment are always on trial,
more is the scope of desire idiot savant of emotions cl-ss, till your bent
over backwards trying to find a way to kiss your own -ss, the gears
that drive the rotation of the planet are the brakes on the wheel of
souls, that free wheeling destiny has a butchers grip on the controls,
stalked by a dead dream down the blank highway every exit sign
promises endgame, but the rainbow is just god’s guilt and truth is the
devil’s nickname.
there’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker
baby that’ll tell you when your dead.
fate is just the soft focus of a false moment; a believer’s scar, but it’s a
scientific fact that if you don’t keep moving you wont get to far, futility
and rage force the piston against the drivers will, and your self pity
preempts any potential pity for the crush of road kill, and the miles
foot print gets no smaller no matter how far you’ve come from no
where’s hub, there just always turns into here and therein lies the rub,
miles turn to mileage exhaust to exhaustion and the driver into the
drive, just the empty go with the white knuckled knowledge that you
never will arrive.
there’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker
baby that’ll tell you when your dead.

nov02

- michael mcguire

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