In just a short time my band SPELLS will start releasing tracks from our newest recording session that wrapped this past weekend. Honestly, this could be some of the best stuff I've been a part of to date. And considering that I've been writing, recording, and performing in bands for the last nineteen years, that says a lot. I'm not insinuating that they're going to be successful publicly, I'm just extremely pleased with the execution.
The song that these lyrics pair with could be a big reason why.
Very few people know that nearly every single day I think about giving up. In the pursuit of some seemingly unattainable goal, I've become terrified with the notion that I'm forgetting to look around. But every person struggles with that, right? Well, this song is a tribute to all those light-off and-leave-it-all anthems that address remedying restless soul syndrome. But with a twist. I'm not alone. I'll take the wife and kid along. Yeah, the fam. My pals. Let's get all of our stuff, a shit car, and just bum around till something in our abdomen fails. Because I believe there's more learning to be had by following roads to destinations we've never heard of than by cracking some book, or half sleeping through a lecture.
It won't happen in the foreseeable future, my ego would never permit it. So, until that day, I'll wish and scream.
Oh yeah, I chose the Navajo because they were the first and largest nomadic tribe residing on American soil prior to English settlement. Direct descendants of the Anasazi, their ancestors had discovered the hard way that building foundations, and burying permanent roots, was tantamount to signing your own death sentence. Long live the restless wanderer.
ASPHALT NAVAJOS
Wake up, girl
I've got the money and your clothes
And a beater parked outside
We're ready to rock n' roll
So let's run
Yeah let's paint this planet red
So he's young
But he'll never know the places we stayed in
(Chorus)
We're about to move ahead x4
Yeah a boy he needs his schooling and a home
But lessons come and lessons go
While the writing's on the road
So with love
And with baited heavy breath
We will blow
And push our inert sails to newer hells
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I've have waited on this
I've been waiting on this road
Yeah a boy his needs his schooling and a home
But lessons come and lessons go while the writing's on the road
Yeah the boy he needs this X4
(Chorus)
