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- and i guess you could call this motel music - the true feeling of the road is being lost in some place too small to have a name, just some place under the glower of humid clouds... and airless like;
"You wanna breathe get back in the motel god-dammit -"
"You wanna breathe get back in the motel god-dammit -"
"Got all the air we need in there, that's why they call this place the oxygen tent."
"Oh really?"
And the wired laughter of the band and their flunkies and their attitude and the nervous eyes of the man behind the counter. And maybe that's a cop lounging in the back there too...
( when the blue of the night meets... )
And the wired laughter of the band and their flunkies and their attitude and the nervous eyes of the man behind the counter. And maybe that's a cop lounging in the back there too...
( when the blue of the night meets... )
