Whenever you're in the reef,
Stop by the castle and feast on the faces,
You've got to realize it's all fantasy,
But at the bottom of sea she's everything,
Queen of the seahorse and castle rock,
Responsible for Atlantis and all it's got,
She's the creator of the water people,
The taker of blood, sacrifices when needs to,
The amazon ran through her eyes,
Forcing me to swim and put up with her shadows,
She has these caves in her heart nobody has seen,
Made of native love, the moon, the beach,
The sand grain are her everyday thoughts,
She's the pathway for different walks of life to cross,
Goddess by the way of music and dance,
I just love the way she shakes the earth,

Guardian of constellations//
I'm sure is what the inside of your eyes are like//
Silent war within the goddess in you//
A dream of potion in the house//
The best thing that has ever happened to the stars//
On the flip side, the world has a hold on you//
A perfect strangle, still no control on you//
The direction of your fire being infinite//
Is the result of storms in the jungle//
A month old flood with good intentions//
While describing your existence through medicine//
Miss natural disaster, higher than heaven sent//

I overthink your love,
More like overestimated it,
Put it on a pedestal when I should've kept it level headed,
My heart bleeds for the sound of your raw form,
Sometimes you cover up and you're not who you say you are,
I wish you would just stay who you are,
If you need inspiration just look in the mirror,
Your eyes, and that scar on your cheek,
Your full lips, along with that smile I couldn't make this up,
I couldn't set sight on a more lovely sun,
Our telephone lines always seem to celebrate the summers together,
I love you, even if I see you never..

With a drop of his blood she could dance all night,

Hear the horses thunder across the country green,

She's hardly seen the Westside of things;

The forgotten sea where the first Spanish tongues layer with sand,

But back to this beautiful unfamiliar,

Back to the feeling of self worth,

Of knowing you mean something to somebody;

It all stems from her intention,

She calms the pacific from light years away,

From a direction unknown to radar,

From an aliens perspective;

Far away home, an angle at an untouchable space and time;

A worm hole inside the galaxy of her mind,

He's on her mind but he's on the run,

Movin between the waves in her brain;

Watching every one of her thoughts dance around his shadow;

Finally he arrives at a painting,

He's quick love and she's quick to catch,

The heart, true emotion from far apart,

Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,

Kissing you is like doobies and records,

Let's sit on the carpet and see what type of sound we could measure;

Doobies and records,

We were born to make love under the sun,

So let's take this listening party outside for awhile,

As we lie down in the mystic,

We mingle with the esoteric,

Doobies they smelled, records we spun;

Collaborated on culture and shared wisdom from within,

Doobies and records made us friends,

We took one more hit and off in the distance we went,

Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,

Me and my lady took the first train to soft wild pleasure,

Held hands until the sunset matched our feet,

Even in loneliness our spirits join,

Doobies and records is a hell of a time,

Doobies and records will get you connected,

Connected with the soul of earth,

She's beautiful on top of the Apache dirt,

Doobies and records,
Featuring me and her,

The blue bike
on the side of the road.
The sky blue bike,
ready to fly.
That's when I asked,
How? Why?
The blue bike crashed,
flying too high.
Now it's abandoned,
waiting there  alone.
Waiting for someone to pick it up,
willing to fly with it again.
So I took the battered blue bike,
and began to fly.

You can survive with a heart of stone,

Though you're never sure who's side the sun is on,

The unsureness is what brings the tilt to my smile,

Not of fear but of pleasure; turned being scared, into being the flower with a lost feather,

Into feeling loved but not by anything in particular,

The outreach of Mother Earth is like mountains in the galaxy,

With a touch of sky, at night time the stars collide,

Your heart filled with pride and bravery,

Your blood remains still as the trees walk by,

Wins of the fall, dirt cool as redwood shade;

Heart of a lover, the beat at his own pace,

Stems band on top of mushroom fields, while the children of the sun move with the horizon,

Smile for rain, glance for clouds and look up to the indigenous grounds,

That's where my heart is at,

Where I sit on top of rocks and communicate with the current of the river,

Flow of love, soul of sound