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 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 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 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 smile of the crusty 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 breaks in an abandoned shanty town N as brubaker.
"just remember," she says. "i'm holding you responsible for all this" he at the tone of her voice. a quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of 3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried cream at the 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 a small bar in no place specific. drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 Later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has 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 breast, his twisted utopian visions. she looks at him terrified and says, "remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this.
Left lyrics:
and love Love and love Brotherly I though I had to say But I forgot it was I'm gonna try and say it Too much Makes me Shortened Too ginger me over John the Comes to I've got to drive The road is In front of my I've got to faster If I to get home
If I look where I'm going [blah blah blah I'm gonna get [blah]
If I don't look I'm going blah blah blah) I'm gonna get [blah]
I've got to faster The road is In front of my I've got to drive If I want to get
Right lyrics:
Too open space Makes me Too ginseng A wide open Then a [blah blah blah] his Then a doctor [blah] open spaces Give some some acid [blah] Makes me seems right now Too many open Yes Makes me Someone ought to go up to And open up some fucking spaces And her some hotel rooms 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 you can do anything You don't know what doing Or don't do at all Because there are open spaces [blah blah] and
[blah horizon
on acid They don't know they're doing So can do anything I wonder those cowboys are I wonder where cowboys are