Black Throated Wind
Grateful Dead
Bringing me down
I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars
But I'm here by the road
Bound to the load
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light
Oh, I'm drowning in you
I left St. Louis, the City of Blues
In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
I tried to pretend it came to an end
'Cause you weren't the woman I thought I once met
But I can't deny that times have gone by
When I never had doubts or thoughts of…
CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING SUCH A FAGGOT
YOU MAKE A PERSONA ON A SONG!
What a FAGGOT!
It must be M2 toolio, The State is Fiat Lux needles and feces.....
