Tail lights glow red like wounds in the night. A sky as dark as the road spits sleet. Red, dark busses loom out of their lanes, belching mammoths carrying the disaffected and the blind, their sides adorned with panels promoting the acceptance of meaningless bland mediocrity. Don’t stop to think, baby, life’s too short, gratification’s only a card swipe away. If you haven't maxed it out. If they haven't barred your pin. Join the Revolution! Storm the barricades? Uh-uh. Just a mobile phone with 3D resolution.
Happy New Year. Happy new triple dip. The many and the few. The few that have. The many that have not. I’m one of the few. I feel like one of the many. Welcome to 2012. Follow the rubies shining wetly through the dark.
I’m on the way to see her. On the way to feel whole again. On the way to our own little bubble. Driving through roads that swish and roar. Black serpents’ tails to the motorway rush, bordered by trees whose black branches clutch and beckon, come hither my pretty, the few, few stars white knuckles on a demon’s claw.
Turn on the stereo, turn up the sounds. Soundtrack to a different time. A reminder of light somewhere in this dark world, where the sun shines hot and the cerveza’s on tap and the golden dancers sway in bikinis on the golden sands. Got to get away, baby, away from this, away from here. Get two tickets for an aeroplane, ain’t got time to take a fast train. Because something’s closing in and if you get left behind, you won’t be taken prisoner. No hostages to virtue, no hostages to fortune. And fortune favours the brave. Let’s start walking on sunshine. Turn these dark, dank days into the sweet summertime.
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