50 minutes, in a car, on a highway ^photo

2:39
Left the city . . .
And the movie began
He twists the light and manipulates color,
And who but the present see?

What do they do?
Remember the dream
you once knew?
that is what they do

I see the White Way.
Where all is pigment, floating.

2:40
It's without doubt that when I look, you know, when I look with that look of fury,
with that look of haste,
with that look of waste.
With that look.

It's without a doubt that when I look to the driver in the car we pass.
They look back.
THEY LOOK BACK.

2:44
up and down we go.
only thing to do is watch.

2:57
There he is again, whispering in the wind of prairie grass, "I am here."

2:58
This clock I use to record the moment
is of ten minutes fast of accuracy.

3:02
Simple is the freedom
that without is madness.

3:03
Which game of yours is worth forgoing the One who owns the free pass?

3:24
If somebody from the past saw these colossal powerline towers, fortified like monsters . . . .
The issue of RadioHead . . . .
Real Friends . . . .
Radio Head a Lost Boy
without a crutch
without a crown . . . .

3:29
The King. The King. The King. No more.
No less.

The city boy has many toys with which to play and carry about, to soap his hands and dance.
without a King.

Food abounds in this town who's grabbed lightning in a jar to replicate the sun and fabricate genes.
without a King.