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Dark Roads

Dark Roads, from 2017's Mink Swimming Pools

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Rolling down Dark Roads, no one knows what roams

The inner ear hears tones, windshield clear for eyes but not phones

Pens drip poems but still alone

A punishment toward youngish men

But then appreciated if lucky

Something like loving, land locked with dove keys

Fly overhead

While down below with no bread, the sky is dread

Inside, trying to understand my own head

Beds breath breeds more

One store is all there is for allure

Chores from the ancient, always been

Sawyer fences painted, colors spread

Picket or picked, as white as cotton

The furthest from pure

 

Rolling down Dark Roads, no one knows what roams

Sorting through gathered bones, fevered pitch, buried poems

A race between history and legacy to erase

Erased because a fallacy of destiny benefits a race

Everyone has a right to exist when ignorance is bliss

Walking on toes tipped, invisible foot, invisible hand, clenched fist

I'm addicted to watching this play out

My eyes taped open, please loop this moment

Feed it to me in repetition so that my position goes through it's natural arch to apathy faster

Your tragedy's laughter

I'm selfishly in the clear

Now who's in the dark?  In the end I'll be the one who's still out here

It’s kind of important to note that while this song is called Dark Roads and that stems from my many trips driving across this country, that the “Dark Road” can appear anywhere. Even in the belly of the most cosmopolitan of cities there are dark roads that lead to the darkest of impulses in the minds of people. I wrote it as a back and forth between people out there that have bought into small minded ways of thought, versus myself and my own more enlightened views. None of this was meant to condescend, but to shed light on those Dark Roads.
— Uncommon Nasa
Dark Roads is one of two original songs I made for Mink Swimming Pools, which collected all my Rod Serling inspired work. Dark Roads took some cues from a pre-Twilight Zone teleplay that Rod wrote called “A Town Has Turned to Dust”. It was another of his many attempts to address the killing of Emmett Till on television. Severely butchered by the censors, it moved the location to a border town and re-cast the victim as latino. But the points were still applicable. It starred a pre-Star Trek William Shatner who crushed it along with Rod Steiger. Airing this sort of material in 1958 was not exactly common and this further shows how pioneering Rod Serling was in fighting for civil rights through art.
— Uncommon Nasa
The production on this song is really two elements and some filtering. I used the tone that starts the track as my guide for where to land vocally and then let the drums fall where they may. I was tempted to add more elements, but felt like that would have been doing it for the sake of doing it and kept it relatively simple, less is more in this case.
— Uncommon Nasa