Driving in the middle of the pitch black night,
from nowhere to nowhere.
Wound up and beaten down and strung out and stale
as an old cigarette in the smoke filled air.
With your eyes so dry and cold,
but still as wide as the open road.
As the reflectors slide by,
they are crisp and they are bright.
Defiant against the dead velvet robe.
The light on your stereo is super imposed
into where, otherwise, you would be alone.
And from behind your head extends a vast nothingness,
for there is no past, only future.
Driving in the middle of the pitch black night,
from nowhere to nowhere.
Wound up and beaten down and strung out and stale
as an old cigarette in the smoke as you stare.
A look back at the late Bert Jansch's 1985 classic, "From The Outside," an album that bridges the gap between his native Scotland and the Americana his music invokes. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2016