Highway Gold

{ringing clean electric guitars building,

tape-saturated piano

entering, distant highway wind} Oh,

it was Friday nights,

it was video gold,

Shining lights, and rock and roll,

a story being told!

On the twelve-bed bus,

making and messing it up,

(meaw meaw) If we’re living the dream,

I hope we never wake up.

Endless roads, in the same old boots,

Letting go of everything,

for the truth of the roots!

Tara is the center,

the center is the start,

I’m mapping out the universe inside a human heart!

{soaring harmonies, bright open guitars} {build with

detuned piano and shimmering pads,

faint wind noise}

From the Denny’s in Texas,

to the laundry room floor,

We were chasing the magic,

we were opening the door.

Meaw meaw, in the midnight stops,

Meaw meaw, till the rhythm drops.

{intimate conversational vocals, soft distant meaw anchors,

tape piano} We’re the best damn band,

yeah, we’re pure and strong,

We’ve found the frequency,

we’ve found where we belong!

{massive

wall of guitars and drums,

soaring triumphant}

1. [Memory]:

The architecture of the dream...

eternal. 2. [Syncopation]: The rhythmic heartbeat of the tour...

infinite. 3. [Unity]: The band-resonance...

burning truth. 4. [Synthesis]: The

clarity

of

the 'all'... total liberation.

{slow cinematic fade, bus engine idling,

single clean reverberant guitar chord}