<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=64364" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dawns Highway</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.<br>Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a<br>Grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through<br>The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indian<br>Workers had either hit another car, or just - I dont<br>Know what happened - but there were indians scattered<br>All over the highway, bleeding to death.<br>So the car pulls up and stops. that was the first time<br>I tasted fear. I musta been about four - like a child is<br>Like a flower, his head is just floating in the<br>Breeze, man.<br>The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking<br>Back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead<br>Indians...maybe one or two of em...were just<br>Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my<br>Soul. and theyre still in there.<br>Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding<br>Ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.<br>Blood in the streets in the town of new haven<br>Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice<br>Blood in my love in the terrible summer<br>Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a.<br>Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers<br>Blood will be born in the birth if a nation<br>Blood is the rose of mysterious union<br>Blood on the rise, its following me.<br>Indian, indian what did you die for? <br>Indian says, nothing at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Doors - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=64364" data-title="Dawns Highway" data-description="Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a Grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indian Workers ..."></div> </div> </div>

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