Wheels sticking to the warm tarmac.
The never ending road. Full darkness.
Two rings of fire to guide him.
Next stop neverland. Quick left turn.
For a short moment, the lights of the valley on the left side of his wounded face.
Red, greens and yellows.
Engine roars like a wild beast.
"Drive away from the lights"
Noise's too loud.
Clock ticks as fast as the beat of his red blooded heart.
Clock ticks as fast as the beat of his red blooded heart.
"The Yellow line, follow the fucking yellow lined road".
Shadowy figure rises. In the distance, closer and closer.
LAST desperate attempt to ease the pain.
"Need to push that brake. Fast"
Bourbon mixed with E, flowing in his veins.
Time's broken=Slo-mo moves.
Time's broken=Slo-mo moves.
-------[Clutch brakes down.
The wheels of the beast spitting smoke and fire.
The wheels of the beast spitting smoke and fire.
LAST desperate attempt to ease the pain.
"Stop the colors, stop them now"
Eyes closed, car stopped. Afraid to see the truth?
Smell of burned rubber and smoker's sweat sliding along his cheek. Summer hell in San Fernando.
Her figure crosses the rings of fire.
Smell of burned rubber and smoker's sweat sliding along his cheek. Summer hell in San Fernando.
Her figure crosses the rings of fire.
High heels sticking to the warm tarmac.
The never ending beauty. Full Color.
Two green glowing eyes to charm him.
Next stop loveland. Quick move out of the red beast.
For a short moment, the reflection of her short dress in his wounded eyes.
Red, greens and yellows.
Heart pounds like a wild beast.
Redrose's interpretation of Alex Prager's Picture "The Big Valley"
