"See, I think drugs have done
Some "good" things for us,
I really do.
And if you don't believe
Drugs have done good things for us,
Do me a favor: go home tonight
And take all your albums,
All your tapes, and all your CD's
And burn'em.
'Cause you know what?
The musicians who've made all that great music
That's enhanced your lives throughout the years...
Rrrrrrrrrrrrreal fucking high on drugs."
"Today a young man on acid realized
That all matter is merely energy
Condensed to a slow vibration.
That we are all one consciousness
Experiencing itself subjectively.
There is no such thing as death,
Life is only a dream,
And we are the imagination of ourselves.
Here's Tom with the weather."
"It's not a war on drugs,
It's a war on personal freedom,
It's what it is ok?
Keep that in mind at all times.
Thank you!"
[Think for yourself.
Question authority.
Throughout human history,
As our species has faced the frightening,
Terrorizing fact
That we do not know who we are,
Or where we are going
In this ocean of chaos,
It has been the authorities: the political,
The religious, the educational authorities
Who attempted to comfort us by
Giving us order, rules, regulations,
Informing, forming in our minds
Their view of reality.
To think for yourself
You must question authority
And learn how to put yourself
In a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness;
Chaotic, confused,
Vulnerability, to inform yourself.
Think for yourself.
Question authority.
Order.
Regulations.
Rules.
Think for yourself.
Question authority.
Order...
Regulations...
Rules...
Comfort us...]
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In!.. Out!.. [30x]
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
To find I've known this all along.
So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running...
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Prying open my third eye! [4x]
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
(I opened my eye!
I opened my eye!
I opened my eye!
And there we were...) [2x]
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye! [10x]
"See, I think drugs have done
Some "good" things for us,
I really do.
And if you don't believe
Drugs have done good things for us,
Do me a favor: go home tonight
And take all your albums,
All your tapes, and all your CD's
And burn'em
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