Τρίτη, 15 Αυγούστου 2017




It was about time
hell was just a couple miles away
and my car half full of diesel.
Rumjacks singing about an irish pub
and the guys at the back seat cracking open another round.

Full throttle
and the engine was growling like a beast
i gripped the stirring wheel and felt my blood pumping faster.
my vision narrowed
and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

I'M ALIVE!

i shouted while covering miles in seconds
and being irresponsible with a stolen car
despite the paradox fact.

Crazy on you from Heart on the radio
and life seemed better while chasing a shadow.

i don't need no wonder, i'm doing fine
how about you?
It was radar love after all, babe
and by now you must have realized:
experiences like that come with a prize
paid in alcohol, tears and cheap cigarettes.

i see the clouds
coming down to earth while taking the turn
and she is snapping a picture
and the boys keep on drinking
and i keep on driving
thinking about all the things i'd done
slipping the car from gear to gear
to gear...

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