Bakersfield – Daniel Amos – letras

I won’t go back to BakersfieldMy friend died there, I loved him too muchIncompetence, tubes and wiresIndifference, fools and liarsAggravate, regulate, resuscitatesuffocated himWhile Scully danced over the airwavesScully danced over the airwavesI won’t go back to BakersfieldMy friend died there, I loved him too muchWrinkled young men are shuffling along likedirty grey ghosts wearing fitted soiled sheetson a wet mirage streetlooking for green gangrenous feetthat will lead them to liquor storesor unemployment officesgrunt work and whoresor unenjoyment officesIn the morning they gurgle out ofspoiled rancid visions and cabbage podsThey have one mission onlybecause their kind are lonelycross the border, take us over, make us overrake us over the coalsWhile Scully surfs over the heatwavesScully skips over the new gravesCrusty skinned phantomspocked-marked and driftinglike the shifting pallid sand herebeneath their tendrilsThese down-payment dreamersof small flat-roofed housesand harsh vacant lots full of milkweed and duststinkbugs and rustanimal excrementand murder evidenceThey built an air conditioned mall thereagainst sand paper winds blowing out of the westfamous for their coffee and mudpieflamingoes pink, and pinkeye,Merle Haggard, corn dog batter, shoots and laddersall in tatters nowWhile Scully hangs over the freewaysScully’s ignoring the new ageI won’t go back to BakersfieldMy friend died there, I loved him too muchSee the nomads wandering in the desert moonlightthe Chosen Ones moving like great ancient turtlesThey’re going in circles with their holy referralseating manna from Wendy’sand God is with thembut I won’t be thereGod is with thembut I won’t be therethough it’s the same as any other place,there’s too much smog around my faceand I won’t cry thereno I won’t die thereWhile Scully danced over the airwaves….