Song Description
If Juno Reactor hired a poet
| Song Length |
4:04 |
Genre |
Electronic - Dance, Spoken Word - Poetry |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Ecstatic |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
YELLOW AND WHITE
By Third Option's Aaron Trumm
© NQuit
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
The color of the lines on the highway as they scroll underneath us
and we break the fog with high beam headlights
so many things
begin and end
in the desert
90 miles an hour
2 AM
Fort Sumner, New Mexico
How many bodies are buried in the sand next to this stretch of highway?
How many sheriff's deputies have been cut down by their own service revolvers
in this parking lot
at this time of night
under this heavy sky
big dipper looking down on murderous strangers as they roll out of town
hearing nothing but the rustling of sheets
as conspirators toss and turn in bed
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
The color of the lines on the highway as they scroll underneath us
and we break the fog with high beam headlights
so many things
begin and end
in the desert
Clovis, San Antonio, Lubbock, El Paso
How many sun-bleached bones have fed the crows on this stretch highway??
How many silver bullets ARE there, Tanto???
How many black masks
How many white hoods
How many ropes
How many
bloody
black
feet
dangling...
Soon, the sun will come up and drag its lazy hand across the horizon
in through the windshield
and life, asleep in the passenger seat will wake again and wonder where we are
she'll tell me to slow down
to watch for cops
she'll slip her silky gaze into my eyes
into my skull
into my chest
until I rub myself raw and cannot masturbate
the sun will come up and sweat will sting my wounds again
blood will flow from heart to limbs again
I'll clench my fists again
I'll kick down doors again
we'll get out of the car on highway 84 and fuck again
from behind
on the side of the road
we'll let Orion watch
lips locked together
tongues tangled up
the sun will come up and sweat will lubricate our skins again
and with enough lotion
with enough love
that milky white indignance will spurt again
bring forth life ten feet from death
ten feet from a scorpion
ten feet from the bullet that felled Billy The Kid
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
Yellow and white
The color of the lines on the highway as they scroll underneath us
and we break the fog with high beam headlights
so many things
begin and end
in the desert
when the sun
comes up with the rain
to wash the blood and cum stains
off the highway.