A toad of bridges that goes through
Rivers and swamp
Very picture esqe.
Vines and all kind of animals all about
Birds nesting in the vines
Trees are actually part of the bride
Which is really old.
Too bad I can’t draw which this thing.
As I go about
Travelling up this road
There’s wrong going on
All I remember of the song
Is the chorus
The road is dirt and gravel
As I said when the rivers go perpendicular across it
There is no bridge
You waid through it.
Some are shallow
Others you have to swim across
But there’s no flow
It doesn’t take you down.
It’s just standing water.
And that song.
Going on and on
Lots of voices singing it.
And when it ends
It comes into the city
Which has lots of colors,
While the condor road part of all Grey’s and blacks,
With just the greens of the vines and moss.
(Think about the pictures of the roads going under trees
with spanis moss hanging from them.)
Want to paint it
Condor – like the bird. I think is a vulture.
There are also huge tracks of farm land on the sides of the road.
Rice fields and other kinds of farms.
There is talk of a body buried some where
Of a person no one has reported missing.
I don’t remember who it is.