Tweeter and the Monkey Man – The Traveling Wilburys Collection. 2007.
It’s a quiet and heavy air. Deep and breathing back at us.
People waiting. Everybody waiting. Waiting.
Holding our breath creating humid swamps inside our heads.
Can’t think. Can’t focus. Can’t care.
Reminds me of those dark days. Dark nights. Old men going out late to rescue young men while the family waits well past Midnight.
Drama. Early, early hours of the Morning.
Posse’s, Waiting Women, Threatened Children, and Smoke.
There’s an undercurrent of electricity, running through everything. The Earth gearing up…
Hot Wires. Don’t touch. Don’t move.
Standing in Water.
Hot night in the Old West. Dust. Danger. Danger. Danger. One feels the alarm, we do not hear it.
Shake it off. Be Careful. Wait.
It’s a whisper on the wind.
When we exhale the world will rumble…
I love y’all. I love y’all so much.
Out of billions of billions of stars, we could’ve made it.
Maybe we still can.
Help is coming, but digging up through the dirt takes time…
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There are major demons on the loose. And the Drums have stopped beating.