Falling Elevators
Its 3:00 am. I reach over and
turn on the radio. It coughs up a noise
that reminds me of a soundtrack to a
bad dream. The rain is hitting my
windshield so hard, I can barely hear
the tinny, garbled voices. The cars outside
rush by like falling elevators. My headlights
catch fleeting images of ghostly faces,
pressed up against glass in silent desperation.
I'm lost in the middle of nowhere. But
I keep my eyes on the road, and I don't
look back.
MC 900 ft Jesus
from "Welcome to my dream", a god damned good old LP.
Its 3:00 am. I reach over and
turn on the radio. It coughs up a noise
that reminds me of a soundtrack to a
bad dream. The rain is hitting my
windshield so hard, I can barely hear
the tinny, garbled voices. The cars outside
rush by like falling elevators. My headlights
catch fleeting images of ghostly faces,
pressed up against glass in silent desperation.
I'm lost in the middle of nowhere. But
I keep my eyes on the road, and I don't
look back.
MC 900 ft Jesus
from "Welcome to my dream", a god damned good old LP.
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