Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i found a new road today
it took me far away
i followed everything i saw everywhere
cross the rivers
cross the fields
over mountaintops
and parking lots
through muddened footprints
i did drag
my sore and sorry ass along
the new road that i found today
if you see me
from the road you're on
make a whistle
shout a call
i got fantastic stories
from this road i can recall
against the dock uprights i stood
and felt the texture of my palm
my hands are rotten, hard and old
my shoes are torn and need re-soled
the shirt i washed today
won't make it thru the day
if i catch those bastards on this path
i'll shoot every one of em down
i'll take a piece of every one
and hang it on some old church wall
i'll cut a piece of every cloth
and box it all up for sale
someone's gonna find me
on this road i'm on
someone's gonna tell me
that some kind of sort of bridge is out
someone's gotta shout at me
about the new road i'm on
but i cant hear
anymore fear
i cant see
anymore me
i cant feel
anymore steel
i cant smell
anymore hell
on this new road i've found

oh, i'm all over the new road.
the old one bores me.

La noia Albert Moravia
quoted in:
The Worm of Consciousness-Chiaromonte.

"Boredom for me, is really a sort of insufficiency or scantiness of reality."

Like Burma Shave signs on route 66
around a curve
topping a mountain
I notice something new
That has been there for a million miles

sorry about the quote dear moderator.