New Dawn Fades

I'm driving south on Woodward Ave, there's six inches of icy slush on the roads. Snow keeps coming down. The 'Enhanced Traction System' on my Pontiac Grand Am truly provides "Driving Excitement." Skiing down M-1 in a car is fun. I keep hitting the gas and cranking the steering wheel to try to skid around a bit. It's not easy with that ETS. I was driving way too fast considering the ice and snow, but there was hardly any traffic. Something got to me. I was playing Joy Division's album Unkown Pleasures very, very loudly. It was one of those moments. I see them in my head all the time when listening to music. There are these little movies that just pop into my mind sometimes. It's like I create a music video everytime I hear a song that strikes me in just the right way. Ian Curtis' screaming at the beginning of "Interzone" along with the punk guitar just pushed me. I didn't scrape enough of the snow off my car, so I could barely see where I was skidding around. It was a rare time when I felt like I was living the movie in my head. Okay, that sounds odd. What I was hearing, and what that was making me see in my head was what I was doing. My vision was obscured, I was driving recklessly, I was on my way to see friends, and I really felt what I was hearing.

I walked through the city limits,
Someone talked me in to do it,
Attracted by some force within it,
Had to close my eyes to get close to it,
Around a corner where a prophet lay,
Saw the place where she’d had a room to stay,
A wire fence where the children played
Saw the bed where the body lay,
And I was looking for some friends of mine.
And I had no time to waste.
Yeah, looking for some friends of mine.
The cars screeched hear the sound on dust,
Heard a noise just a car outside,
Metallic blue turned red with rust,
Pulled in close by the building’s side,
In a group all forgotten youth,
Had to think, collect my senses now,
Are turned on to a knife edged view
Find some places where my friends don’t know,
And I was looking for a friend of mine,
And had no time to waste.
Yeah, looking for some friends of mine.
Down the dark streets, the houses looked the same,
Getting darker now, faces look the same,
And I walked round and round.
No stomach, torn apart,
Nail me to a train.
Had to think again,
Trying to find a clue, trying to find a way to get out!
Trying to move away, had to move away and keep out.