He loves me like I love him
There is a prize in it if you can tell me the song what it’s in reference to and who wrote it.
Fuck it I’m broke, no prize. It’s On the Road, sung by Tom Waits and Primus. The song itself was originally written and sung by Jack Kerouac. This song like all Primus songs has a deep bass line that sounds like an Indian war song. I can easily let the images of the song bring me to an ancient campfire where the braves are dancing and screaming at the great spirit to guide their weapons.
They had their backs to the wall, and the only way out was to push against something foriegn and ugly to them that was slaughtering their food sources, their children. Can you taste their rage at these white faces, can feel the betrayal they felt from their gods? My troubles compared to those great people are a quibble I admit, but I can understand it.
As I’m looking out the window onto 6th avenue, and looking for a new job for survival. I have this war cry going on. I’ve been in worse, the time though escapes me. I have this war cry ringing in my skull and I don’t recognize the sounds. Yeah there is anger, and bitterness in it. There is hate, but there is a promise of something better.
I can see a tunnel that is covered in slime and lined with cobble stones. It takes twists and turns and I finally feel a breeze coming from the direction from where I’m going. I know the surface is near or I’m going to slam into a 40 ton express subway train.
So that’s it, that’s what I’ve been up to. Climbing through sewers and getting to the end of that tunnel as I’m humming ancient war ditty’s to myself. Sounds like fun don’t it.
