Titus Andronicus - Upon Viewing Oregon's Landscape with the Flood of Detritus lyrics
[Titus Andronicus - Upon Viewing Oregon's Landscape with the Flood of Detritus lyrics]
I saw somebody die out upon the road today
I felt lives dissolve on side-streets as
That head hit the highway
I see first responders rush in
As a white plume dissipates
Trying to pull their will to
Power from the flames
Now there's miles of
Angry motorists stretched
As far as eyes can see
There are a billion breathing beings
Each with schedules to keep
They get a long look at the tow truck
As they sit and grit their teeth
Hating that which comes between
Them and their coffee
I'm on that ribbon highway and
I've seen some sickening things
One good kid smashed to splinters
Another wicked one crowned king
And upon the pavement
For each and every particle of glass
There are a thousand dreams never
To come to pass
Because dreams can't be, nor people, indeed
Built to last
I've adored every inch of this country
Through the same dirty windshield
Peeking through blotches of the blood of
Bugs towards the Elysian Fields
Behold my brother's beautiful babies!
It's obvious to see
The world's been making plans to
Go on without me
I gave my youth to yelling at rivers
That refused to flood with angry tears
Now abundant beers await to
Erase redundant years
So there's nothing for me to do now
But turn the radio up loud
Put Eric's sunglasses back on
And black it out
Now I'm writing manifestos on
Old BOA receipts
I know it only is alfresco when
I take meals in the streets
There was promise in these pages once
Now they rot under the rain
Of their wisdom, all that remains are stains
Because, just like me
They were made to be thrown away
I felt lives dissolve on side-streets as
That head hit the highway
I see first responders rush in
As a white plume dissipates
Trying to pull their will to
Power from the flames
Now there's miles of
Angry motorists stretched
As far as eyes can see
There are a billion breathing beings
Each with schedules to keep
They get a long look at the tow truck
As they sit and grit their teeth
Hating that which comes between
Them and their coffee
I'm on that ribbon highway and
I've seen some sickening things
One good kid smashed to splinters
Another wicked one crowned king
And upon the pavement
For each and every particle of glass
There are a thousand dreams never
To come to pass
Because dreams can't be, nor people, indeed
Built to last
I've adored every inch of this country
Through the same dirty windshield
Peeking through blotches of the blood of
Bugs towards the Elysian Fields
Behold my brother's beautiful babies!
It's obvious to see
The world's been making plans to
Go on without me
I gave my youth to yelling at rivers
That refused to flood with angry tears
Now abundant beers await to
Erase redundant years
So there's nothing for me to do now
But turn the radio up loud
Put Eric's sunglasses back on
And black it out
Now I'm writing manifestos on
Old BOA receipts
I know it only is alfresco when
I take meals in the streets
There was promise in these pages once
Now they rot under the rain
Of their wisdom, all that remains are stains
Because, just like me
They were made to be thrown away