Switch Flicked

Trod through the muck beneath your feet
The switch flicked, Ice pick revenge
We were made to order, traveling down freeways at night
8-Track on full
The sound of it is to be remembered
The ca-chunk in the middle of certain songs is memorized,
now remain naked without it
The weight in my hand
Grieve the moment
We are the hope of history, the collectors,
the memories undeniable: Formats to be 8-Tracked through,
They will touch you one day soon.

eight track jones

Brendan deVallance.