Run Away

Driving is one of my therapies. Though Best Beloved knows that every time I do run away, she’s coming along because that’s how it works.

We run away together a lot.

Needs a full band treatment to shine.

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Marmalade Coast

Noodling with chords I found myself playing a strange jazz progression. I spent some time noodling with a melody, da da da-ing it. Listened to it on repeat for a few hours one day while I read.

The next night doing the dishes, I opened the tea cabinet and smelled the Earl Grey, which in our house means you’re having marmalade whether you want it or not. Flashes of a night drive from Sacramento to Mendocino with my wife sparked more words and out it came.

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Strikes

Great big storm behind the mountain
See a flash, start counting
Feel the fire, crackling breeze
Thunder rumbles right up to your knees
Lightning

Flash so bright you lose the sky
Feels like Armageddon’s nigh
Push down, move faster
Driving down the throat of disaster
Lightning

High voltage electrical whine
Into my ears through the telephone line
I hear the words, feel the frisson
You talked, I didn’t listen
Lightning

Tires rip the dark wet road
Under-thinking overload
A hundred miles in nothing flat
Never let you go like that
Lightning

Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Lightning


With the Radio On (the original)

From 2006, one of the first songs I ever wrote. I still perform it, though quite differently from this version. Like, I change chords and stuff.

Back in 2003, Best Beloved and I left Phoenix at 4 in the morning after being awake since 6 the previous day. We drove to San Francisco. By the time we got there we’d been awake 44 hours.

Parts of the trip were fantastic. Though I’d owned Michael Nesmith’s Tropical Campfires for a few years, this was the first time I ever paid attention to it.

Three years later a single moment of joy on that road trip turned into this song.

Lyrics

Flyin’ down the highway with the radio on
Singin’ just as loud as I can to my favorite song
Well it might be Nez or Bob or Van
But I always try to sing it just as loud as I can
Flyin’ down the highway with the radio on

You pull out the map every once in a while
And I glance at you and you glance and we share a smile
And the sun glints through your golden hair
And I can’t believe my luck that we’re there
Flyin’ down the highway with the radio on

You feed me a fast food fish sandwich, it drips on my shirt
I slurp green circle logo iced mocha, try to stay alert
Like Newtonian bodies in motion we stay
Cause we hate to slow down ‘less there’s no other way
Flyin’ down the highway with the radio oh

Big fast car and a snappy tune And you right by my side
Cup o’ joe and a bite to eat Man, what a ride!

Finally stop for some greasy home cookin’ in a roadside cafe
Settle up and head for the door glad to be on our way
Drive into a sunset we wish we could frame
Settle in for a night that’s just more of the same
Flyin’ down the highway with the radio on
Flyin’ down the highway with the radio on
Flyin’ down the highway with the radio on