Race to the steed. Step up and ride. Wind whipped hand, stitched up side. Stay aloft in traffic's maze. Hit the map, hit the site. Come to call on the next one...
Checkpoint!
Manifest is signed. Deeds are done. Into the breach once more. Over hills through tunnels gaps, a burning demon on the flats. I'm weaving, dodging steel death. Come to call on the next...
Checkpoint!
It's one way to feel alive. A human hybrid drive. Like a cat in an alley, I ride ride ride. To the checkpoint...
credits
from Everybody's Poor EP,
released November 13, 2010
Music: Mike Andrews. Lyrics: Dyami Serna
Beautifully moody art rock from Virginia that recalls the dark glory of bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2020