the water came to the desert
and the crops grew
and the people came in droves
driving, driving, driving:
we are the millions
we are the horde
we are the teeming colony
knocking at the door
come to knock you around some more
cement and asphalt for miles
and miles
man, it was paradise
man, it was hell
and we laughed and we cringed
and smoked our words
like dictionary weeds
the cycles were always there:
rain, drought, fire, flood
every thirty years
we put nails in another messiah
and sold posters of the event
ride with me, conquering drones
ride with me to splendor and the sea
ride with me and we will drown
our troubles, you and me
and the palm trees are swaying
and the bullets are ricocheting
and the night is coming
ride with me
ride with me
ride with me
to splendor and the sea
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Inspired by barryshap...
"The streets were dark with something more then night."
— Raymond Chandler
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