I found this group and this animation a while back, but it is appropriate for the holiday.
Hoping you have fireworks in your life, however the form!
Lead Singer Brandon Tussey from Connie Dungs, Radio With Guts and now solo. Part of the poor and struggling Punk cult. I like how he refers to Roman Candles in this love song. I like his voice.
I'm standing out in the rain beneath the pines
I'm sticking out my thumb no cars in sight
Plantlike sieves for shoes not fit for the rainy night of America
and the raw road night my heart beats bright
Sal Paradise just needs a ride
I shamble after the mad ones
Mad to live, mad to talk, who never yawn
Mad to be saved, desirous of everything
Never say commonplace things but burn burn burn
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
I'm riding on the plains 'neath purple skies
I'm living on ice cream and apple pie
I've rushed past the pretty girls
The prettiest girls in America
as I ride on by my heart beats life
Sal Paradise just lives to write
and shamble after the mad ones
Mad to live, mad to talk, who never yawn
Mad to be saved, desirous of everything
Never say commonplace things but burn burn burn
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
Just give me time to stop at every bar I pass along the way
I'm sticking out my thumb no cars in sight
Plantlike sieves for shoes not fit for the rainy night of America
and the raw road night my heart beats bright
Sal Paradise just needs a ride
I shamble after the mad ones
Mad to live, mad to talk, who never yawn
Mad to be saved, desirous of everything
Never say commonplace things but burn burn burn
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
I'm riding on the plains 'neath purple skies
I'm living on ice cream and apple pie
I've rushed past the pretty girls
The prettiest girls in America
as I ride on by my heart beats life
Sal Paradise just lives to write
and shamble after the mad ones
Mad to live, mad to talk, who never yawn
Mad to be saved, desirous of everything
Never say commonplace things but burn burn burn
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
Like yellow roman candles, like spiders across the stars
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
I'm on the road that leads to where you are
Just give me time to stop at every bar I pass along the way
2 comments:
Happy 4th of July to you. Cool lyrics too!
Happy Fourth of July back at ya~!
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