Phase II
The LSD trip is a pilgrimage
Far out beyond your normal mind
Into that risky and revelatory territory
Which has been explored for thousands of years
By mystics and visionary philosophers
Well, I never think that when I'm 21, I'm 21
I think of tomorrow or this minute
And hope there's a tomorrow
'Cause I don't like what's going on in the world
I'm scared of that, more than drugs
I'm not afraid of them
I'm just, I'm just scared, you know?
We're told that perhaps a million Americans
Most of them young people
Have made the LSD experience part of their lives
Is this a social menace and a cause for alarm?
I don't think so
I see nothing less than the speedy evolution
Of a new, indigenous religion
I'm just, I'm just scared, you know?
Everybody is pretty uptight
I'm just, I'm just scared, you know?
The LSD religionist knows
That the temple of worship is the human body
That the shrine must be located, not in a public place
But in the privacy of your own home
And that the congregation cannot extend
Beyond your family and your closest friends
And then the paintings on the walls were dripping
You know, you could see the paint coming down like this
Just like if somebody was hosing it off at the top
And all the paint was running down onto the floor
And it was so pretty, they were running
Like they were melting, you know
It was groovy
It was like a, it was like a massage
It was so, it was so groovy
You can't believe how groovy
It wasn't just water hitting you
Taking a shower, soap and out you go, you know, towel off
It was just, oh, wow
You know it was like, it was like, it was like a caress
You know kind of, and you could really feel the hot and the cold
You could feel hot "hot" and cold "cold", you know
And each little drop that came out was a different one, you know
I don't think the water must mix inside
It must come out hot and cold or something
'Cos you could feel hot-cold-hot-cold all over you
It was really groovy
I guess the word for it is sensual, you know
Your body, just oh!
It grooved, you know, it was really mean
For psychedelics are stimulators of ideas and feelings
But generally these ideas and feelings
Would express themselves constructively
Rather than violently or destructively
If it were possible during a riot
To spray small doses of LSD from a helicopter into the air
People would soon quieten
Is this trip really necessary?
Far out beyond your normal mind
Into that risky and revelatory territory
Which has been explored for thousands of years
By mystics and visionary philosophers
Well, I never think that when I'm 21, I'm 21
I think of tomorrow or this minute
And hope there's a tomorrow
'Cause I don't like what's going on in the world
I'm scared of that, more than drugs
I'm not afraid of them
I'm just, I'm just scared, you know?
We're told that perhaps a million Americans
Most of them young people
Have made the LSD experience part of their lives
Is this a social menace and a cause for alarm?
I don't think so
I see nothing less than the speedy evolution
Of a new, indigenous religion
I'm just, I'm just scared, you know?
Everybody is pretty uptight
I'm just, I'm just scared, you know?
The LSD religionist knows
That the temple of worship is the human body
That the shrine must be located, not in a public place
But in the privacy of your own home
And that the congregation cannot extend
Beyond your family and your closest friends
And then the paintings on the walls were dripping
You know, you could see the paint coming down like this
Just like if somebody was hosing it off at the top
And all the paint was running down onto the floor
And it was so pretty, they were running
Like they were melting, you know
It was groovy
It was like a, it was like a massage
It was so, it was so groovy
You can't believe how groovy
It wasn't just water hitting you
Taking a shower, soap and out you go, you know, towel off
It was just, oh, wow
You know it was like, it was like, it was like a caress
You know kind of, and you could really feel the hot and the cold
You could feel hot "hot" and cold "cold", you know
And each little drop that came out was a different one, you know
I don't think the water must mix inside
It must come out hot and cold or something
'Cos you could feel hot-cold-hot-cold all over you
It was really groovy
I guess the word for it is sensual, you know
Your body, just oh!
It grooved, you know, it was really mean
For psychedelics are stimulators of ideas and feelings
But generally these ideas and feelings
Would express themselves constructively
Rather than violently or destructively
If it were possible during a riot
To spray small doses of LSD from a helicopter into the air
People would soon quieten
Is this trip really necessary?
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Writer(s): Banton, Hammill, Jackson, Wilson
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