Getting Stoned Again

Getting stoned again
With my only friend
Getting stoned again
With my only friend

Simple Simon took some psilocybin
Stared out the window sitting still and silent, inner quiet
The tip of this event horizon, visions of violet
Marooned in the high desert, and temp is rising

The moon guided me
Communicated to me through the shrooms psychically
And lit a path along the white sand dunes
Flying to Katmandu I floated and moved silently

Into amniotic air, I could breathe, I could stay I could leave
I could make you lose sight of me
In the canopy aloof to high society
Cheshire Cat appeared here in a papaya tree, and just smiled at me

And why me? It seems a damn shame to go without novocaine
To get you through the cold and the snow and rain
I don't remember pain, it never came
Or maybe it did and dropped me off on Penny lane

Getting stoned again
With my only friend
Getting stoned again
With my only friend

A necromance with the High Priestess
In a trance, open eyes to divine secrets
She said "Did you find a bag of weed or did you find Jesus?"
The flame flickered to a rising Phoenix, that might redeem us

A great sage, but I burn my own
Hold a seance to learn of the obscured unknown
How to break the curse and return my throne
Smoking buddha with Medusa till I turn to stone

I've been feeling mad weary now, for so long
Apparitions are appearing now, and stroll on
Through each of my past lives, eons pass by
I'm seeing the path clearly now, it goes on

The light fades, moon rise and nightfall
Calming of monsoons, typhoons, and white squalls
Looking through limo tint and white walls
Breathe in deep, and roll back my eyeballs



Credits
Writer(s): Rodrigo Campos, Steven Cavanaugh
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