Greg Freeman, "Gulch", Ekko Utrecht, 13 september 2025
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Some people read the rearview mirror
Some read the fuel gauge check
Some look into the lights for fun
And drag out on the stretch, and some sentences never stick
Are you living in the ways of a withered place or in the city's strung-out lights?
Are you there in the back looking at me tonight?
Between the word and the totally absurd is a radio dial of sin
And prayer's a piece of bread out on a hook and your diseasе don't bite at those hymns
And the highway is bright whеn the speed's just right, and it's hitting like a million bucks tonight
I love the world, but I think it's too fucked up to drive
And somewhere out in the Gulf Coast night, A wind blew
And the dead dog you dreamed about smiled at you
And then the hieroglyphic coat you withdrew
You broke down in Texas, amid a one-horse town
Where brass saddles buckle, and the guitars, guitars, guitars, weep, but some people can never be found
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