Hello internet pals of music. Today’s song is an underrated punk song from 1980.
Do you grip the wheel tight or loose?
It’s not a metaphor, I’m asking. Sometimes the fear of death is so real, when your fingers are wrapped around that ring steering your steed straight ahead, eyes on four different places all at once.
Ever driven down the I-45 corridor into Houston, southbound past Gunspoint (aka Greenspoint), a barrel of death flying down the road at 85 mph, hoping, praying that no one makes any dumb moves, that everyone has had their coffees or teas nor left the house angry at their kids, their partners, their jobs and that no one, PLEASE NO ONE ACT A FOOL?
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What’s the exchange rate on your soul for doing that twice a day, five days a week for the sanctuary that people feel in their suburbs? Why are suburb kids always so bored?
I don’t know where any of this is heading, other than it must be part of the low hum in my skeleton that begins ahead of me riding the lightning. Let’s all collectively ask the big sky that I make it to live another day. I’ll do it for you, too.
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SPOILER: I MADE IT OUT ALIVE.
Barrel of death but why am I steering with my knee while eating gas station beans from a styrofoam cup and loving what’s on the radio. Bumper2bumper baby!