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