blue highways Blue Highways - Graham Parker The kid's left home, the kid's got a kid of her own Don't knock that door, don't knock it, nobody's home The mystery sign, turn off and follow it blind The interstate is jammed and crammed with exhaust mist It only leads to somewhere you'll never miss You'll never miss * Get on the blue highways, follow the blue highways You know that they're there, you know that they're there Where the real America lies * The rusty chrome, the shutters swing open and closed Don't knock that door, don't knock it, nobody's home The blood runs cold, the blood runs cold There must be gold where fools are That's what we are, that's what we are * Get on the blue highways, follow the blue highways You know that they're there, you know that they're there Where the real America lies Blue highways, blue highways, blue highways
* read that. read it again. and again. and if you can find it get a copy of farsides cover of it, and listen to it again. because that is it. thats IT. ive been sitting here all night thinking about alot of things... about people, and expectations, and fear.. and portrayal. and im here. and i write and i talk.. and i am as real as ill ever be. i am me as i would be in any other forum.. im more real here than i am in the 'real' world burdened by expectations and first glance appearances and labels on the foodchain of cool. and thats what fucks it up and makes it scary. how can i not live up to expectations of what i already am? fuck. does that make any sense? its like i can talk and talk here and connect with someone, and that is me.. and i think thats him.. i believe it is. so why should it be any different anywhere else if all we are here is ourselves? and it might be awkward, and weird, but nothing right is ever easy. i shouldnt feel so conneceted to a stranger. connected in that you know what im talking about before i say it. somethings are just understood. its there. that intangible thing that brings like minds together. it isnt a word or a feeling its too many things. "There must be gold where fools are That's what we are, that's what we are" i feel like if you heard that youd know how i felt while im hearing it. like thats where we are.. we are the fucking dreamers.. the believers.. the blue highways.. you know that theyre there. it says it all to me.. like there is more. theres more to life than this.. those paths are there.. you just cant be afraid of them.. its in the background of the rest of the bleak picture.. one glimmering fucking blue highway. someone should feel this with me. its all for you dahling. |