I'm leaving, gonna end up on the road.
My possessions will be left in a box called home.
And all of me is taken away,
No longer am I a slave to each passing day.
I'm going for a bicycle ride through the countryside.
With the wind in my hair and the mountains all in line,
No longer will I have to worry about the daily breath,
And my only rest comes when I lie down to bed.
Wide open plains stretch towards the horizon.
Cows patrol the endless highway fences.
Rays of light dissect the purple sky,
And the fire in my mind is living again.
I'm where the brown turns to green and flowers cover Indian grains.
People drive their RVs up and down roads, asphalt paved.
Fire prolongs the setting sun, and the preacher puts out the flames.
And the gas station man turns his head at the smoke,
That's rising,
Rising,
Rising,
Rising.
credits
from Pump the Juice [EP],
released October 8, 2012
Tyler Madell and Pump the Juice
Extra-riffy guitar rock gets dosed on this psych-tinged release, straight out of Southern California’s still-kicking garage scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2016