Peace & Love

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Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in a barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, the sputtering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 Chevrolet. The storm follows him closely, as it has for three 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 corners of his eyes into the brightening horizon. Despite the solitude of his empty car, he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west Texas highway transients. At dawn, he begins to feel the at first nearly imperceptible signs of the drugs taking effect. As he crosses the border east into New Mexico, there is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over-made waitress. He's crossed into more than two states at once. His watch stops. He picks up a hitchhiker -- some young lady -- but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, his car breaks down. It's an abandoned shanty town known only as Brubaker. "Just remember," she says. "I'm holding you responsible for all of this." He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance into the rear view mirror yields to him the vision of the third unattached eyeball. A star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam coffee cup (?)ing on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in their loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midday heat, he forces her into sex. The Chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and come upon a small bar in no place specific. Drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness, and by morning has noticeably grown in size. Two days later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is nine months pregnant. Later that day she gives birth to their son. Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. And he mutters in perfect English in his sleep, while sucking his mother's breast, his twisted utopian visions. She looks at him terrified and says, "Remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this." LEFT CHANNEL BACKGROUND LYRICS Too much open space Makes me nervous Too much ginseng I go to Wyoming Then they cull the whole fucking state Then they doctor some fucking open spaces Give some cowboys some acid Too many good things Makes me nervous Nothing seems right now Too many open spaces Makes me nervous Yes, Wyoming can make me nervous So we're gonna go up to Wyoming And open some fucking open spaces And call for some hotel rooms And look at the turd in the open spaces Don't say it's a good thing Don't say its a bad thing You don't know what you're doing You can do anything Yeah you can do anything Yes you can do anything You don't know what you're doing You do nothing at all Because there's dry wide open spaces And voodoo children Cos you can stay here forever Yeah I can see enormous cowboys upon the horizon They're all on acid They don't know what they're doing So they can do anything in hotel rooms ...horizon Enormous cowboys on acid Enormous cowboys on... RIGHT CHANNEL BACKGROUND LYRICS Peace and Love Love and Anger Brotherly Love Fatherly Love I thought I had something to say But I forgot what it was I'm gonna try and say it anyway Too much ginseng Makes me nervous Organization Shortened sounds Too much ginger Takes me over John the Baptist Comes to mind I've got to drive faster The road is falling In front of my eyes I've got to drive faster If I want to get home If I don't look where I'm going I'm gonna get killed If I don't look where I'm going I'm gonna get killed If I don't look where I'm going I'm gonna get killed I've got to drive faster The road is falling In front of my eyes I've got to drive faster If I want to get home I've got to drive faster The road is falling In front of my eyes I've got to drive faster If I want to get home