As the release of my band SPELLS' latest album draws near, I've been posting lyrics to tracks that will be available on that new offering. It's no surprise that I'm a music fanatic, and for me, knowing exactly what is being said, and the motivations behind those words, is a huge part of the listening experience. I don't expect anyone to read. But, just in case anyone is curious, they'll be here.
Outta Control could be my new favorite rock n' roll jingle we've put out there. This summer I purchased my first motorcycle. As a kid I'd ridden dirt bikes, snowmobiles, and four wheelers, but I had never actually experienced a road bike. So I took the riding classes, bought a small bike, and after only a few short months, I can say I'm totally hooked. Honestly, it's become like sex. Not because it provides me with the same level of pleasure and enjoyment, but when I first lost my virginity all I could do was imagine everywhere I could do it, and all the people I could do it with. That's what my daytime musings are usually largely preoccupied with. It's changed the way I view roads and landscapes.
I've also in my writing become obsessed with taking off. Asphalt Navajos shares the same fuck-it-all mentality that I've been germinating in the restlessness of my stomach. I wish I could burn all my belongings in a barrel, take what little money I've acquired, and hit the road. Get dusty and covered in shit and road matter. Just coated in American dander. Eat at diners. Sleep in fields. Never have to worry about why I'm struggling. Why do they reject me? Do I fucking fit in? Just move forward. This is a song about that. About a group of friends with very little, on a journey of nowhere-to-be, on a machine that requires less. "A concrete essay on needing nothing you know."
OUTTA CONTROL
Uh-Oh Uh-Oh
I'm outta control X4
Well light 'em, let 'em burn hard
And face the hills like a rampart
And take me to a time where I couldn't love
I just rode
I don't know about an anchored future
Where I sit
Picking at my sutures
All I know
A headlight and a bead on the open road
Lighten the load
Outta Control
Uh-Oh Uh-Oh
I'm outta control X4
I relive my past
Where I burned myself
Cause I chained my heart from a ladder in hell
I can't dwell
Light 'em up, let 'em breathe, let 'em burn hard
And turn the bikes out coastward
A concrete essay on needing nothing you know
Lighten the load
Outta Control
Uh-Oh Uh-Oh
I'm outta control X8
