Life is guts and blood, and the delusion of blood and guts.
lyrics
Was I born from the woods?
Wild and only trying to survive?
Yesterday is no kind of reality
Drove all the black night on
Narrow two lane highways
Until the clock came full circle
1000 miles later
Thunder, lightning, show me
How clouds look at 100 miles distance
In the deep brunette evening
All her hair tickling my sense and sensations
When 100 became 50
And 50 became 5
The lightning was thick
This Woman was powerful
But was I born from the woods?
What are these ideas I'm considering?
Last nights ceremony two states away
Rumbling I imagine
People in Indiana and wonder if they are getting it now
Can they believe how I experienced the same Woman
Who slid next to me beneath my sheets last night
When I had nothing else
But was I born from the woods?
Am I only trying to survive
Or do I have some nonsensical delusions?
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