"Indian's scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind"
Jim's very own explanation of this verse:
"Me and my- ah- mother and father- and a
grandmother and a grandfather- were driving through
the desert,at dawn, and a truck load of Indian
workers had either hit another car, or just- I don't
know what happened- but there were Indian's scattered
all over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time
I tasted fear. I musta' been about four- like a child is
like a flower, his head is just floating in the
breeze, man.
The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking
back- is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead
Indians.. maybe one or two of 'em.. were just
running around freaking out, and just leaped into my
soul. And they're still in there."
I think this is one of the most beautiful songs/poems I've ever heard.
"Indian's scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind"
Jim's very own explanation of this verse:
"Me and my- ah- mother and father- and a grandmother and a grandfather- were driving through the desert,at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just- I don't know what happened- but there were Indian's scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta' been about four- like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back- is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians.. maybe one or two of 'em.. were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there."
I think this is one of the most beautiful songs/poems I've ever heard.