Back on the road again,
too many miles and too many friends, it's time,
it's time you paid it up,
You continue on your course,
with all the power, with all the force,
of a her, of that hurricane
And all those villages that you destroy,
and all the help you will deploy
Now you counting the yellow lines,
dotted forms & need to fortify,
then you know just where it'll stop,
under mile where the body drops,
you'll see, just how the grave can be
Open that trunk, and smile wide,
and inside, is your surprise,
Now back on the ol' 61,
breeze in your hair, the party has begun,
but you, you don't know where to begin,
the miles fly & still you got time,
reading highway signs that you find,
oh babe, there's no limit to you,
and all these problems,
you realize,
you must look in the eyes,
no matter how many lies
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022