Sometimes I wonder if this is not in my head. This guitar distant sounding as if it came to me from another era. “When the wolves go blind” they sing a Latin tempo that reminds me of the Mexican border is not far … Bloody border, I crossed there forever it seems and while the wolves were neither blind nor deaf. We had to crawl, hide, but I got there.
I had to leave behind it, who I got so far. “What do I know about love?” A saxophone tired ask myself, on a background of accordion sad. I know the answer … The first time I saw her with her hair dark as mahogany veins, I knew that I could cross the sea to swim for it. “Mahogany Veneer” is the name I gave him and strangely, the delicate sound of the banjo that manages to remind me of my ears his voice … What would she think if she saw me now, on the edge of the dusty road ?
I wonder what I’m doing there, why can not I move to this dump. As if reading my mind, the music tells me to let go, “Dream of letting go.” I dream and yet it is impossible. I see this city in the distance seems to me empty, abandoned by God and men, “Frozen Town”, and even if I wanted to go and see, my legs refused to move. Yet the singing voice in my head is soft and appealing, but all around me is darkness, “The Darkness”, an impression of darkness and solitude enhanced by the guitar echoes creepy.
However, although I will need this kind of rat trap that I fly as the eagle passing above me in search of its prey, a “Golden Eagle” majestic plane recklessly. No wonder the men of this country chose this animal as a symbol of their power … Here it is the hunter or the victim. And I, poor and hungry, “Poor and Hungry” on the edge of my way, I rather like the rabbit that will be devoured by the rapacious.
If only I had not had the accident. I stole the car near the border git fifty feet behind me, it’s really out of luck. What is surprising is that no one responded when I planted. Yet I made a dozen barrels, it’s a miracle that I got out. Me am I out to do? I dare not look at the wreckage, the only time I did I felt that there was still someone behind the wheel. And as I was alone on board … “When I’m gone,” says the song, but I will I leave one day?
I’ll try to stay in this hotel, really. The Twilight Hotel it’s called, may be able to explain what happened. After all, since I’m here, I did not see anyone on that road, maybe it’s because this is where the end of the road … At least, I will hear more music and I would not be alone.