"Road Rage" genre: Alternative General
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	CD: Songs of River and Rain   Label: Electric Babylon Records Credits: M.M.
	Lyrics ROAD RAGE The present is a roadside motel where only the junked souls stay, a blur of motion for all the rest; clockwise habits waste the days away, time zones and mind zones and chaos for a compass guide, but to get somewhere man isn’t that the point of the ride, destination is a contingency of the desperation behind the wheel, a drivers waltz is with the stranger; the only way you know how to feel, movement is the meaning and any other implied relevance is just a wall, these trapped echoes if this talk got any smaller we wouldn’t be able to hear it at all. There’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker baby that’ll tell you when your dead. The euphoric pulse of misery’s bride is synched to the miracle mile, and the bastard children of your better judgment are always on trial, more is the scope of desire idiot savant of emotions class, till your bent over backwards trying to find a way to kiss your own ass, the gears that drive the rotation of the planet are the brakes on the wheel of souls, that free wheeling destiny has a butchers grip on the controls, stalked by a dead dream down the blank highway every exit sign promises endgame, but the rainbow is just god’s guilt and truth is the devil’s nickname. There’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker baby that’ll tell you when your dead. Fate is just the soft focus of a false moment; a believer’s scar, but it’s a scientific fact that if you don’t keep moving you wont get to far, futility and rage force the piston against the drivers will, and your self pity preempts any potential pity for the crush of road kill, and the miles foot print gets no smaller no matter how far you’ve come from no where’s hub, there just always turns into here and therein lies the rub, miles turn to mileage exhaust to exhaustion and the driver into the drive, just the empty go with the white knuckled knowledge that you never will arrive. There’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker baby that’ll tell you when your dead. Nov02

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