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Ashes On The Freeway

Plus Special Guests – Rock Artist

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Take that phoney dream and burn it before something happens
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Plus Special Guests is an United Kingdom-based Rock artist active since 2004, with over 50 original tracks available for free streaming on SoundClick.

The catalog is rooted in a focused rock production style.

Several releases highlight the range and quality of the catalog. "Wristband" is an acoustic rock production that charted at #23 on the SoundClick Acoustic Rock chart. "Goodnight" is a standout rock production. "In My Dreams" is a focused rock production.

Plus Special Guests offers free downloads on SoundClick, giving listeners and independent artists direct access to the catalog.

With 3.7K streams on SoundClick, Plus Special Guests has established a strong footprint in the independent rock space. Explore the full catalog on SoundClick.

Independent artist Plus Special Guests drops "Ashes On The Freeway", an Acoustic Guitar track on SoundClick. It is the kind of track that finds the right moment to make itself heard. This track does what good acoustic guitar does best — it connects. Find more from Plus Special Guests on SoundClick, a platform built for independent music discovery.

Song Info
Charts
Peak #939
Peak in subgenre #129
Author
Kirkham
Uploaded
April 24, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 3:38 minutes
Story behind the song
'Travel'.
Lyrics
There are ashes on the freeway, etched into the wheel The sun has died a narrow death, a post-ironic deal The sky is full of glass and smoke, the mountains stand in line Trees blur racing past the window, each one leaving me behind Flicking on the radio, some idiot DJ Who’s paid to talk all day and night yet has nothing to say Passing frightened, forties husbands, hurrying home to angry wives I remember every shouted word, I thank God I’m not alive Now I’m passing through Nebraska The sky is like a wound By the grey Missouri River That sparkles in the moon It’s getting really cold in here I won’t be stopping soon I’m sitting in the driver’s seat There isn’t room for two Like some tragic fifties heroine In a low-budget film noir I’ve written all the plot twists But I’m no longer the star Rain’s coming down in buckets It’s punishing the car Just slipped into Iowa New York isn’t so far Night descends on every rooftop, meteors race past my head Familiar voice whispers in moonlight, think of childhood instead There’s a face in every billboard, every headlight’s glaring eye Every arrow, every signpost, points to places I’ve passed by There’s a state you reach where every loss is like a guarantee A grim, consoling satisfaction that you’ll never be free And thinking thoughts, chilling words, that are never spoken of I drive past ‘coons and rosemary – the kind you used to love Now I’m lost in maps and pages Like summers long ago With painted smiles and aspirin That warm, machine-gun glow And all the laughing children Someday would be my own It’s getting really cold in here The frail, Chicago snow And dawn is breaking slowly Reluctant like a scar My eyes are feeling heavy But I cannot leave the car Now every tree’s a Christmas tree And I don’t know where you are Approaching Pennsylvania LA isn’t so far
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