Go find the heart in between the head n` the tails an` don`t have the foreshot run you off the rails now that you`ve made a knockout batch from a moonstill where all fantasy may hatch All in bits n` pieces an` speakin` nothin` much cohesive full o` blackness in the light this splendid adhesive outta sight. A wild creation not meant to be discovered still be the moonlight that helps all of it stay covered clandestine is her chemistry crazy mary dances with that green faerie ! All in bits n` pieces an` speakin` nothin` much cohesive full o` blackness in the light this splendid adhesive outta sight. my only regret is that I have got no regrets ...

Gets me lost in all the grandeur that spot o` purple an` amber. Coming from Summerland afar where what flows goes, and we just are. Got Taurus in the house of Gemini - Shambhala`s sight brings a tear to the eye. In light of these, my blackouts ... watch us glimmer as a star ... Heavy nectars drip from your amphora - lets rhapsodies beat on my tambora. Gets me lost in all the grandeur that spot o` purple an` amber. In light of these, my blackouts ... watch us glimmer as a star ... happy hour when it`s my shout ... helps me see things as they are ... That veil of magic behind the lingam - helps me forget the keys to this kingdom. Coming from Summerland afar where what flows goes, and we just are.

Laments of Simoon winds that blow - at last at the end of the line now - I only recall the judge shouting `hey, this ain`t no vaudeville show!` You don`t need to search for me as I know from who n` where I come from those perceptions now soar as a falcon divining what before was vanity. The heat haze it will shimmer over the diary I write in ... strangely sated in this Land of Thirst - but my word how long 8 days actually is - so let those thoughts roam Bedouin ... I went n` took my chances over the Atlas range at dark ... - when Life subsides to be do or die - let the vultures wheel overhead so in your life`s trials show that spark ... No need to look for me where heat cracks as I know where where n` who I am with adventure as your compass you`re ultimately never really far off track ...

The Sun's fusion’s a gas I'm cool with taking all the heat burning up N down the solar chart with all the pagans dancing on the street We're holidaying on the sun looking hot in your solar flares hey we`ll ride that psychic wave yeah we'll burn up but never fade Don`t want the iron cross Don't need the hammer N sickle Extend my middle finger to the state N go where the weather ain't fickle We're holidaying on the sun looking hot in your solar flares hey we`ll ride that psychic wave yeah we'll burn up but never fade Out where the moon don't shine an afterglow on ever-clear with a fire in my eyes and a lust for life watch another sunrise from the pier

The Revolution won`t wait for apples to fall... when our time is ripe. On a river raft ... winds of freedom fore n` aft unfettered in the wind ... do the mambo-tango. Sugar sweet bomber ... honey riders on congas we take to the road ... our sugar glider in tow Don`t trust the accounts ... like those trophies Bagley mounts they who fight for freedom ... on a high mountain citadel. Been low but never down ... derailing merry-go-rounds better to die standing ... than to live on the knees. Sugar sweet bomber ... honey riders on congas we take to the road ... our sugar glider in tow jailbreaking the joint ... smashing up fantasy pointe revolution`s throng ... let all the children live on. Sugar sweet bomber ... honey riders on congas we take to the road ... our sugar glider in tow Do the Mambo-Tango

Flow the words out on the heather as usual we`ll string whole worlds together stiff be the breeze so lean into it myself n` Marilyn and the misfits. There`s a nuance to each season you`ll find there`s non-sense even in reason no need for explanations nor moss on a stone in its coagulations Weapons to the stun we`re phasing a rebellion of flowers we`re raising on the lam out in the Liberties fully free to write our own histories So profound, like wowe you`ve found, Lord Howe that we leapfrog without hesitation all your amphibious operations ... and all the kids sing `like wowe Lord Howe`

Celestial to cellular non-linear, kinda intense you are the light that you see play ... celluloid synthetic incense. `Never a chance operation` you said when Pollock dripped his paints fireflies appear in the Bardo ... the Shaman walks the path of saints. Apply pressure, thumb on eyeballs sparks of phosphenes don`t fear the dark nor the sight of afterbirth gore ... life`s silent sound pierces the ark. Celestial to cellular non-linear, kinda intense you are the light that you see play ... celluloid synthetic incense. The seat of creation`s continuity a nebulous sacred ambiguity disseminates clear light of Lhasa ouija board - film - tabula rasa

Alone here stare up at the crossroads it`s now all in front of me and where everything awaits - down to the devil or to destiny. An inner circle behind the veil better wait not for that ship to sail hear my voice make my choice for infinity either the devil or my destiny !! but it`s ALL a miracle ! Don`t need no official position they call me The Wanderer I quit the circus anytime - an` leave the bill to the conjurer. An inner circle behind the veil better wait not for that ship to sail hear my voice make my choice for infinity either the devil or my destiny !! but it`s ALL a miracle ! ride a Viking longship - where only mermaids slip by the hull.

`9 Dragon` Delta town ebbs n` flows whispers its name as Can Tho free from civ`lie`zation`s great big trade off was told `there`s Life behind life to know` Desire goes down the storm drain I`ve tracked leads nowhere to nowhere far out back in this usual state of expiration saw how rebirth seeps in through the cracks My progenitors hailed from Bear`s Den tricksters to the Romans on their fen revel in knowing empires meet their end, yet a great wheel connects us now n` then A rich tusk white is the sleek jag o` the moon radiates the place a few hours from Kowloon spot not featured on CNN nor Yon Hap not visible, nay, on bloody Google map Wind will wayward wander to pick up my slack tickles backs of ridgelines rippling silvery black despite where this decolonized soul will roam even Illusion screams, `you`re already home!`

Brimming with gold to touch the soul nourishes whole Nile rivers inside you`ll love the buzz you're seeking ... .... humms on 8 miles high n` wide. Beauty`s depth in my whisky ablaze Hexagons in dreams sure to amaze Fires of hell scorch the wintry weather Standing stones lace stars altogether. Lay not a hand on the witches ! divining wildwood ways n` wonders I`ll smash the hammer myself ... ... in bursts of rainbow thunder. Beauty`s depth in my whisky ablaze Hexagons in dreams sure to amaze Fires of hell scorch the wintry weather Standing stones lace stars altogether. Fear not the threat of hemorrhage as you peer out beyond the prism you see how illusions blur ... ... new age dawns from the schism. Beauty`s depth in my whisky ablaze Hexagons in dreams sure to amaze But I`ll be off with the faeries anyway ... way out where the grass grows long ... But I`ll be off with the faeries anyway ... My beloved winter hexagon . Beauty`s depth in my whisky ablaze Hexagons in dreams sure to amaze Fires of hell scorch the wintry weather Standing stones lace stars altogether. But I`ll be off with the faeries anyway ... way out where the grass grows long ... My beloved winter hexagon . My beloved winter Hex Au’ Gon .

Never rued Blackbeard or his treasure only the thieves trying to steal his pleasure as we journey over the sea to Skye Thoughts of the moon and how it's hollow clamoring of war drums that good folk follow as we journey over the sea to Skye the nodding off of sheep that jump through my sleep as we journey over the sea to Skye Pour me another pyramid unite all the aliens and the hominids as we journey over the sea to Skye