Swollen Members

Swollen Members - High Road lyrics

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It's a wonderful thought that I could take one road

And end up in L.A. when it's time to take a load off my shoulders

Cuz it gets much colder, an' rains in the winter where I live,

so I enter the I-5

Just like this movie Big Trip, where 5 drive

Across the country as they journey through new realms

At the helm of an adventure as they capture it on film

A new millennium, the mission is essentially, 

Questioning characters at the turn of the century

No rush cuz they'll get there eventually

Kind of like my career and mind state mentally

One route to follow, best keep rollin'

Desperate junkies an' silver men in New Orleans

Black Elvis, some scenes make you smile

An alligator wrestler that chills for a while

Hold up, is that an angel at the side of the road?

Hallucinogenics and ecstasy caps to lighten the

load

The high road, not cuz of the drugs that you take

Cuz of the memories you keep and the friends you make



Bright lights and neon streets that are beyond

My road's the high road, the one you should be on



Painted voyeurs, descriptions of millennial contacts saved on footage

Ships of the street in the summer heat, when rubber meets the hot road

Southern rainfall, weather and slang that change code

Highway Patrol, alcohol and Red Bull

Mediums mixed with drugs natural and chemical

Immediate freak show plateau where you land individual

Standing in the audience, my mouth moves the visual

The difference that will separate mind from brain

Comes only with experience living on the wide open plain

So focus on the questions and the answers in the game

Incredible, the fast lane will have, life flash--unforgettable

As long as I've got my friends, it's worth the pain

I've traveled the earth, I've fallen and risen in flames

Driven to view the domain from the perspective of the young and protected

Camera view overviews my objective, overhead projected

Absorbs in milliseconds, kilometers for reference

Speedometers will mark the entrance

We talk to residents who start sentence without reserve

I realize the things I don't need are the things I don't deserve

So I try to live simply in a complicated world
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Language: English

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