Текст песни
The highway is a scar on the belly of the county
My boots have no destination Just weight
Cigar box guitar hums the same three chords
The serpent blows low like a half-closed gate
Dirt on the dial
Bass in the bone
I been driving this drone
Till the radio moans alone
Dirt on the dial
And the needle won't land
Just the bottom drone blues
And the call of no man's land
The glass harmonica cried past the county line
Glockenspiel splintered like teeth on a rail
I don't need a map Just the vargan rhythm
And the hang's slow pulse — my holy grail
Dirt on the dial
Bass in the bone
I been driving this drone
Till the radio moans alone
Dirt on the dial
And the needle won't land
Just the bottom drone blues
And the call of no man's land
Wind Aeolian harp
Didgeridoo sub fading ten seconds
Whisper No man's land
One last vargan strike
Bass cuts Silence
