My mind wanders. Not really going anywhere.
Inside my head I knock about
like a guy waiting outside a dressing room at a department store for his girl
Feelings and memories
The past and my issues
All sit around the dinner table and play nice
It's a crazy world we live in, with so much at stake
Shattered dreams and plastered smiles
and miles of piles turning into smiles
all the while
after the paper work has been filed
and the party was wild
this writing is mild
INT. Tom's Mind - Dark echo
Coming up through the spinal cord the image rotates as it enters the brain.
What the fuck is all this mess!?
I take a broom and sweep cobwebs out of the corner of darkness
I look for the light switch but there isn't one. It's not totally dark, but not that bright.
A sound off in the distance, familiar
I walk towards the music. It's Jim Morrison singing LA Woman. Being played on a cassette in the tape deck of my first car, a 1976 Rally Nova. Puke green with bullet holes in the door. I called it the Funmobile.
I loved to drive fast to that song
The part where he goes
Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
that's where I would slowly but steadily start mashing the gas pedal
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Going faster 80 miles an hour, 90 miles an hour
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah
Fucking pedal to the medal, balls to the wall
Speedometer buried as we get to this point in the song
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows