The Locrian Resurrection

[Intro]
[Verse]
The transmission gave a final, rattling sigh.
Underneath a bruised and violet desert sky.
Mark threw his pick at the cracked dashboard.
Sarah’s humming a flat, dissonant chord.
We missed the load-in, we missed the soundcheck.
Now we’re just a four-wheeled, rusted-out wreck.
Thirty miles from a town with a name.
Every tour ends exactly the same.
I’m staring at the radiator’s white steam.
Living the low-budget, indie-rock dream.
[Interlude]
(Telecaster feedback rises)
(The trash-can rhythm stutters)
(The Farfisa begins to warble)
(The bass hits a low A drone)
[Verse]
Tiny wildflowers piercing through the tar.
They don't need a stage or a vintage guitar.
Then a shadow appeared with a toolbox in hand.
The strangest savior in this dry, dusty land.
He said, “The float bowl is a portal to the soul.”
“The intake manifold is where the spirit takes control.”
“Every spark plug is a prayer for the road.”
“Lightening the weight of your heavy load.”
I’m thinking of pie, tart and cherry and red.
And the impossible luxury of a clean, static bed.
He touched the engine like a saint heals the blind.
Leaving our cynicism and the wreckage behind.
[Breakdown]
The smell of burnt rubber.
The heat makes us shudder.
Our focus gets duller.
In Locrian color.
[Bridge]
THE BELT IS SNAPPING!
THE DRUMMER IS NAPPING!
THE WORLD IS OVERLAPPING!
GIVE ME THE GREASE!
GIVE ME THE PEACE!
LET THE ENGINE NOISE CEASE!
I CAN SMELL THE CRUST!
I CAN TASTE THE DUST!
IN THE MIRACLE WE TRUST!
SCREAM INTO THE CANYON!
MY ONLY COMPANION!
THE HIGHWAY IS A BANYON!
[Solo]
(90-second noise burst starts now)
(Distorted Telecaster feedback screams)
(Trash-can and bucket percussion collapse)
(Tape echo oscillates into a black hole)
(Farfisa organ keys are held down with tape)
(The fuzz pedal explodes into white noise)
(The 13/8 rhythm fragments into chaos)
(Everything builds to a deafening peak)
(The sound is suddenly severed)
[Break]
(Seven seconds of absolute dead silence)
[Post-Chorus]
(Whispered)
I think I left my tuner in Reno.
[Outro]