Back Roads VI - Dustin Vado
The minute I left
I knew I was not fine.
The radio is crying
Waves of broken glass
Without a chord change
For relief
Lanes of shattered crystal
Glow by headlight
And reminisce the bass
That brought them
Pulse of this vein
Is quiet now,
The blood has already
Passed this way
I'm going home
To meet my brother
And reminisce the bass
That brought us
To infrequent rendezvous
And invisible chats -
We both long
For childhood
When practice was king
And every day
Does his bidding
The turn to my street
Off the short stint
In Copland
Pulls the gut
In to relief
Of G force
Made by bass
That grieves wanderers
My brother greets me
By calling me a faggot
Like the pigs
Swarming
My neighborhood
Just might
If they ever caught me
Summer nights
Glow in orange
The way the campfire
Smiles through the grate
My sweater reeks
Of smoke and memory
The way home
Shines off the glass
Near the reflectors
I will miss my brother
When he returns
To the motherland
For the first time
And doesn't know
The streets.
I knew I was not fine.
The radio is crying
Waves of broken glass
Without a chord change
For relief
Lanes of shattered crystal
Glow by headlight
And reminisce the bass
That brought them
Pulse of this vein
Is quiet now,
The blood has already
Passed this way
I'm going home
To meet my brother
And reminisce the bass
That brought us
To infrequent rendezvous
And invisible chats -
We both long
For childhood
When practice was king
And every day
Does his bidding
The turn to my street
Off the short stint
In Copland
Pulls the gut
In to relief
Of G force
Made by bass
That grieves wanderers
My brother greets me
By calling me a faggot
Like the pigs
Swarming
My neighborhood
Just might
If they ever caught me
Summer nights
Glow in orange
The way the campfire
Smiles through the grate
My sweater reeks
Of smoke and memory
The way home
Shines off the glass
Near the reflectors
I will miss my brother
When he returns
To the motherland
For the first time
And doesn't know
The streets.