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Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 Chevrolet. Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 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 his eyes into the blinding horizon.Despite the solitude of his dear 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 first nearly imperceptible signs of the drugs taking effect. 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. As he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. He picks up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town known only as Brubaker."Just remember," she says. "I'm holding you responsible for all this" He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of the 3rd unattached eyeball. A star of dried cream at the bottom of the Styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midday heat, he forces her into sex.The Chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. Drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 days later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 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 mothers breast, his twisted Utopian visions. She looks at him terrified and says, "Remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this.left channel lyrics:Peace and LoveLove and AngerBrotherly LoveBrotherly LoveI though I had something to sayBut I forgot what it wasI'm gonna try and say it anywayToo much ginsengMakes me nervousOrganizationShortened soundsToo much gingerTakes me overJohn the BaptistLetras de cancionesComes to mindI've got to drive fasterThe road is fallingIn front of my eyesI've got to drive fasterIf I want to get homeIf I don't look where I'm going[blah blah blah blah] I'm gonna get [blah]If I don't look where I'm going[blah blah blah blah) I'm gonna get [blah]I've got to drive fasterThe road is fallingIn front of my eyesI've got to drive fasterIf I want to get homeright channel lyrics:Too much open spaceMakes me nervousToo much ginsengA [blah] wide openThen a [blah blah blah] his faceThen a doctor [blah] fucking open spacesGive some cowboys some acidMany [blah]Makes me nervousNothing seems right nowToo many open spacesYes WyomingMakes me nervousSomeone ought to go up to WyomingAnd open up some fucking open spacesAnd call her some hotel roomsAnd look at the turf in the open spacesDon't say its fatteningBe careful what you're doingYou can do anythingYeah you can do anythingI said you can do anythingYou don't know what you're doingOr don't do anything at allBecause there are wide open spaces[blah blah] and children[blah blah] horizonThey're on acidThey don't know what they're doingSo they can do anythingI wonder where those cowboys areI wonder where those cowboys are From Letras Mania