If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
Marie wants to be with me, and I want to be with her, so I’ll make my
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
The world has it’s disillusions, and you can’t trust because not
I’m peaceful like a dove, or a still pool of water.
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you
I have no energy to make love today, but I will make love to you anyway. You’re such a
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
Find a place to hide, and hide yourself away from the world.
I snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
Let there be light, at the end of this eight year tunnel. Don’t let us fall,