Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane We'll meet again, we'll meet again Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back, I'll drop a line
built of tarmac road and lizard king his song was the end of summer, the last summer where the light had to leave but somehow he left us fused to it, intoxicated, blown forever into our subconscious minds where it sunk like the anchor of a ship.
I found you between the covers Laid bare before me, A beginning a middle and an end All there for me to discover, On white sheets, in among the small print Along with accompanying photographs A catalogue if you will In chronological order, unchangeable As this is now a past event.
But these aren’t your words There are quotes I’ll give you that, But not an autobiography, this truth Belongs to someone else’s twisted opinion Through research and interviews with also Rans, so where are you really, not here Not raw emotion, frustration, devotion No one saw inside your head, plucked Your thoughts and put it down on paper.
. Rider On The Storm of trances, LA Woman led through ritual dances. A Poet just Waiting for the Sun, when The End was where it all begun. The Spy trying to Break on Through, a native sharing his Shamans Blues. A Ship of Fools tinged with mirth, destined Not To Touch The Earth. Mr Mojo Risin', the acid dream rover, taking rest When The Music's Over.