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 Love
Love and Anger
Brotherly Love
Brotherly Love
I though I had something to say
But I forgot what it was
I'm gonna try and say it anyway
Too much ginseng
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Organization
Shortened sounds
Too much ginger
Takes me over
John the Baptist
Comes to mind
I've got to drive faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster
If I want to get home

If 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 faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster
If I want to get home

right channel lyrics:

Too much open space
Makes me nervous
Too much ginseng
A blah wide open
Then a blah blah blah his face
Then a doctor blah fucking open spaces
Give some cowboys some acid
Many blah
Makes me nervous
Nothing seems right now
Too many open spaces
Yes Wyoming
Makes me nervous
Someone ought to go up to Wyoming
And open up some fucking open spaces
And call her some hotel rooms
And look at the turf in the open spaces
Don't say its fattening
Be careful what you're doing
You can do anything
Yeah you can do anything
I said you can do anything
You don't know what you're doing
Or don't do anything at all
Because there are wide open spaces
blah blah and children

blah blah horizon

They're on acid
They don't know what they're doing
So they can do anything
I wonder where those cowboys are
I wonder where those cowboys are