The Pines

Weathered Pine

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Weathered Pine

psychedelic alternative rock, motorik

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I could hear my own voice laughing.
Didn't think a thing was funny.
Watched the headlights find a sign:
Leeds Point.
That wasn't where I wanted.

[Chorus]
Run through the Jersey Pines.
Try to leave it all behind.
Every road I take to freedom
Brings me back another time.
I can curse and fight the wheel.
I can swear I'll cross that line.
But the harder I keep running,
The tighter something wynds.
Run through the Jersey Pines.
These turns aren't mine.

[Verse 2]
Found a barrel by a shuttered station.
Struck a match against the brick.
Fed the cover to the fire.
Watched the flame crawl through the print.
Every page went black and brittle.
Every staple hit the ground.
Sat there till the embers settled,
Making sure it all burned down.

Got back in and locked the doors.
Couldn't bring myself to look.
Then the heater stirred the pages
Of that goddamn book.

[Verse 3]
Something spread above the headlights.
Could've been a broken limb.
Then two horns against the moonlight.
Then the branches closed again.
Heard a scrape along the rear glass.
Hit the gas and checked behind.
Nothing riding on the bumper.
Nothing there that I could find.

In the darkened service window,
That old man stood straight and still.
Turned to face the empty forecourt.
Saw him smiling in it still.

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
Killed the engine at a crossroads.
Let the silence fill the car.
North was printed on the road sign.
North was all I wanted now.

Put my foot down on the brake.
Held it there with all my weight.
Watched my fingers turn the key.
Heard the engine answer me.

No.
Not another mile.

My right foot lifted.
The car rolled on.

[Final Chorus]
Run through the Jersey Pines.
Watch the road erase the signs.
Every place I thought I'd left
Is waiting farther down the line.
There's a shape between the branches.
There's a scream I can't define.
I keep looking for the Devil
While these hands won't act like mine.
Run through the Jersey Pines.
These turns aren't mine.
These turns aren't mine.

[Outro]
The magazine lay open.
One sentence underlined.

Leeds Point.
Midnight.
You're right on time.

The road sign pointed left.

I tried to turn right.

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[Verse 1] Left it underneath the diner booth. Made it twenty miles. There it lay beside the gearshift, Open like it liked the ride. Pulled onto an empty shoulder, Threw it through the pouring rain. Heard it slap against the pavement. Found it on my seat again. I could hear my own voice laughing. Didn't think a thing was funny. Watched the headlights find a sign: Leeds Point. That wasn't where I wanted. [Chorus] Run through the Jersey Pines. Try to leave it all behind. Every road I take to freedom Brings me back another time. I can curse and fight the wheel. I can swear I'll cross that line. But the harder I keep running, The tighter something wynds. Run through the Jersey Pines. These turns aren't mine. [Verse 2] Found a barrel by a shuttered station. Struck a match against the brick. Fed the cover to the fire. Watched the flame crawl through the print. Every page went black and brittle. Every staple hit the ground. Sat there till the embers settled, Making sure it all burned down. Got back in and locked the doors. Couldn't bring myself to look. Then the heater stirred the pages Of that goddamn book. [Chorus] Run through the Jersey Pines. Try to leave it all behind. Every road I take to freedom Brings me back another time. I can curse and fight the wheel. I can swear I'll cross that line. But the harder I keep running, The tighter something wynds. Run through the Jersey Pines. These turns aren't mine. [Verse 3] Something spread above the headlights. Could've been a broken limb. Then two horns against the moonlight. Then the branches closed again. Heard a scrape along the rear glass. Hit the gas and checked behind. Nothing riding on the bumper. Nothing there that I could find. In the darkened service window, That old man stood straight and still. Turned to face the empty forecourt. Saw him smiling in it still. [Instrumental] [Bridge] Killed the engine at a crossroads. Let the silence fill the car. North was printed on the road sign. North was all I wanted now. Put my foot down on the brake. Held it there with all my weight. Watched my fingers turn the key. Heard the engine answer me. No. Not another mile. My right foot lifted. The car rolled on. [Final Chorus] Run through the Jersey Pines. Watch the road erase the signs. Every place I thought I'd left Is waiting farther down the line. There's a shape between the branches. There's a scream I can't define. I keep looking for the Devil While these hands won't act like mine. Run through the Jersey Pines. These turns aren't mine. These turns aren't mine. [Outro] The magazine lay open. One sentence underlined. Leeds Point. Midnight. You're right on time. The road sign pointed left. I tried to turn right.

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