Baby's driving too fast
she says she's got to get away
yeah she needs somewhere
where the sky is wide
and she won't feel afraid

Baby's driving out late
she says that she just feels so lost
She'll be back when the sun comes up
and she can't see the stars

Soon you will be walking down
Roosan St again and you will feel alright
You'll be dancing on the line
Dancing because you feel alive
Yeah that's right
Baby's coming home

Baby's driving too fast
and she dont' wanna know which way
Yeah she's read enough rock & roll
to know that it's right now that counts

Baby's driving too fast
but she don't really understand
Why she's got everything she needs
but nothing she really wants

Mojave 3, Baby's Drivin Home
Pic by Tom Chambers

"Ted me besó violentamente en la boca y me arrancó la cinta del pelo, mi pañuelo rojo del pelo que había soportado el sol y mucho amor y no volveré a encontrar otro igual, y mis pendientes de plata preferidos: ja, continuaré, rugió. Y me besó el cuello y yo le mordí fuerte la mejilla y cuando salimos de la habitación la sangre le caía por la cara”.

Sylvia Plath en su diario, 1956.
Foto con Ted, circa honeymoon

The Real Prophet

Jesus the Mexican boy
born in a truck on the fourth of July
gave me a card with a lady naked on the back
Barefoot at night on the road
Fireworks blooming above in the sky
I never knew I was given the best one from the deck

He never wanted nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do

Jesus the Mexican boy
Gave me a ride on the back of his bike
Out to the fair though I welched on a $5 bet
Drunk on Calliope songs
We met a home-wrecking carnival girl
He's never asked for a favor or the money yet

Jesus the Mexican boy
Born in a truck on the 4th of July
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly
Fearing he wouldn't approve
We made a lie that was feeble at best
Boarded a train bound for Vegas and married secretly

I never him nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do

Jesus the Mexican boy
Wearing a long desert trip on his tie
Lo and behold he was standing under the welcome sign
Naked the Judas in me
Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high
Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why

Iron & Wine, Jesus The Mexican Boy pic by Anton Bruehl

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