[DEMO] Ashland (We Are Still So Far)

[DEMO]s are recordings of tunes I've done on my own.  I'll post and write about them here so they don't just collect dust on my hard drive.

 

"Ashland (We are still so far)" is the experience of driving back from a gig for several hours late at night.  I free-wrote about the various imagery (and not just optic imagery) I was surrounded by on these long trips.  I wanted to capture the hum of the road, and started with the driving one note guitar line.  The rest of the music branched out from there, but never branched out very far.  When you're on these longs trips, the farthest you ever go from the van is maybe the gas station convenience store.  

Before listening to the song, here's a few more words to get you truly in the mood of Long Van Ride:

   When you're in a van as much as I am, you sometimes forget just how dark your world is.  There are days where I can spend 3 hours with my 5 bandmates and barely ever see their faces.  The light either passes by on streetlights, or completely blinds you to anything but your smartphone.  In a way, the few lights you do see only emphasize the darkness.  Traveling at 70 miles per hour, your body curls up in what feels like a cardboard leather seat, and you stare out the black window into the black forest under the black sky, none of which you can distinguish from the black back of your eyelids.  Suddenly, the bright green and white ASHLAND smacks you in the face, impossibly shining in the void of night.  Bobby, asleep in the backseat, and Ryan, pushing through in the driver's seat, grew up there.  By the time you process this thought, Ashland is already a mile behind you.  The tunnel of night spreads before you, your vision searching for a horizon that just isn't there.  Red lights blink in the distance like nocturnal iron giants, and you can't tell if you're moving past the giants or if they're moving past you.  You expect you have an hour left.  You have an hour and a half.  It doesn't make any difference.  You can not detect the passing of time anymore, only the passing of potholes.  You are going crazy, losing your mind.  You will never leave this van.  You never have.  We are all in this van, forever between hometowns, alone in the vast emptiness of night.  You accept this and achieve zen.  You no longer feel the seat beneath you.  You no longer feel the seatbelt around you.  You feel each pebble press into your tires, your engine cough and bark.  You are the van.  This is your purpose.  This is our purpose as humans, to move forward.  Everyone must know!  You must go out and spread truth!  We will change the world with-

and then you're there.  Get up, someone behind you needs to get out of the car.  Your legs hit the ground with a sobering thud.  Your clothes fall upon your shoulders and it's all you can do not crumble beneath them.  The constant optic assault of the stationary streetlight makes your eyes want to combust.  Your zen is shattered.  

 

Ashland (We Are Still So Far)

A quiet darkness heavy and soft
The rhythm of the road
Time stands still when you're in between
1 am and home

Yellow beams sweep 'cross cold leather seats
The midnight glow of phones
Light is few and far between
2 am and home

I scan the darkness for signs of life
My stomach turns like tires on the car
My shoulders ache for a proper bed
But we are still so far

Flashes of green mean passing towns
Strangers I'll never know
Oh, the people I meet in between
3 am and home

I scan the darkness for signs of life 
My stomach turns like tires on the car 
My shoulders ache for a proper bed 
But we are still so far

Didn't we pass this way an hour ago?
Haven't I seen this all before?
Am I ever going to get home?

I scan the darkness for signs of life  
My stomach turns like tires on the car  
My shoulders ache for a proper bed  
But we are still so far

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