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Aaaah
He did what he had to do
He asked no questions
He had few conversations
The tar glistens in the noon heat
He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments
Mirage on the highway
Ghosts in the tunnel
The dark cave
Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed
Every bolt rumbling
Glistening highway mirage groans
The slick surface
Careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard
Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for
400 yards
Over and over
With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest
Wheeehah
The beautiful paint job hopelessly marred
Smoke and flames
Alright
So nice
He moved to the small creature
Screeching whistles of steam blowing off
On it's back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic
The door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to
The pavement
The car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling
To die
The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonizingly painful period of time
Is also unwilling to die
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway
But what? what can I do?
I cannot move, everything is about broken
Blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas
What's moving, must turn my head
Pain, white light, blinded
Some guy there kneeling in the blinding mirage of white light
All my strength to 'heeeeeelp'
Screaming now help me please
He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had leapt from the wreck
Onto his grimy coat sleeve
Coughing blood
What's happen?
He's, he's inching towards truth
He strode off into the woods with the animal
It still lived
He didn't glance back at all
Still out ghosting the road
Death on the highway
Words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven
I cannot move
I'm beneath the great weight
I cannot see
My eyes are blinded
I am in the darkness
That's it
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p good
gotta admit that i've always written them off as pretentious noise rock made for the sake of being weird but this is actually kind of interesting, esp. with the context behind it
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>>9161741
>i've always written them off as pretentious noise rock made for the sake of being weird
I guess I can see why you'd think that about their early albums but Sister and Daydream Nation are pretty much just noisy indie rock, although with far more sophisticated composition than you'd typically find in the genre, making extensive use of counterpoint and lush, expressive harmonies and taking cues from modal jazz, Krautrock and classical minimalism.
Lyrically I've always seen Lee Ranaldo as being the major talent in the band.
>We can't see clear
>But what we see is alright
>We make up what we can't hear
>Then we sing all night
>Scattered pages and shattered lights
>See the jackknife, see the dream
>There's something moving over there to the right
>Like nothing I've ever seen
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