I spied the Sirens through the sails
Their never-ending tendrils wailed
Their song grew dear to me
And oh the ecstasy did see that to my soul its beat decreed
that once again we shall be one
Two brothers, lovers of the way the west was won
No knives or bombs did they employ
The brother kings to the hearts of men did deploy the precious pills of trees with wisdom wizened
The sassafras, the nutmeg too, the calamus--ma
huang chimed in--and the elemi oil did of these men make see the ultimate sheer folly of necessity.
With colors raving, waving in the sun, the nuclear fusion won pure light to warm our buns. The Sun--giver of life on earth--did see to it that truth was won. To look God in the eye would be more maddening than I could with my heart endure, the pain of proving nothing more.
With faith in hand planned in time by Cronos did Jove declare, "Hera is a bit too much to bear!" The Samson boy believed and joined Jove as his betrothed son in law to be.
The son of Sam, long range plans in hand, off to Scotland rode the land.
To view the dead, get in their heads, and of their myriad stories marvel.
It is said, "A dead man always talks."
He who with his time takes to with respect listen to the dead man's spirit, gains favor with the elders curry.
To have a voice and not to call.
To be so old, yet not to pall in the pallid Moon beams, the 4th sector shined on me, under phosphorescent lights that to the emotional intellect sharpen and sate the empty of spirit.
Eminem and Andre--adults at last--but for which should all this pass? And Outkast be there too.
Four kings of God--2 black, 2 white--did with great earnestness enflight to jump the coop, the center of it all.
The Tao I traded for an 8 ball.
And Hao and Tao and their whole family too
Saw just what good ecstasy could do.
Hao and Andrew did the marvelous Phish show see.
He was rolling and I was hippie flipping be.
The time had come to cleanse the scum, and one fair night that summer in the city, the party blew up, with acid and some molly down his throat. With acid gone, but not forgotten, poor PhreeX overdosed on something rotten.
And with remorse, the parrot man did of course apologize to me, his hands sticky with the sweat of THC. And once again the little town did try to out its sorrows drown, but alcohol, valium and GHB did not the pleasure Sirens decree.
Listen to the Siren song, my young friend, listen to it once and listen to it again.
Their never-ending tendrils wailed
Their song grew dear to me
And oh the ecstasy did see that to my soul its beat decreed
that once again we shall be one
Two brothers, lovers of the way the west was won
No knives or bombs did they employ
The brother kings to the hearts of men did deploy the precious pills of trees with wisdom wizened
The sassafras, the nutmeg too, the calamus--ma
huang chimed in--and the elemi oil did of these men make see the ultimate sheer folly of necessity.
With colors raving, waving in the sun, the nuclear fusion won pure light to warm our buns. The Sun--giver of life on earth--did see to it that truth was won. To look God in the eye would be more maddening than I could with my heart endure, the pain of proving nothing more.
With faith in hand planned in time by Cronos did Jove declare, "Hera is a bit too much to bear!" The Samson boy believed and joined Jove as his betrothed son in law to be.
The son of Sam, long range plans in hand, off to Scotland rode the land.
To view the dead, get in their heads, and of their myriad stories marvel.
It is said, "A dead man always talks."
He who with his time takes to with respect listen to the dead man's spirit, gains favor with the elders curry.
To have a voice and not to call.
To be so old, yet not to pall in the pallid Moon beams, the 4th sector shined on me, under phosphorescent lights that to the emotional intellect sharpen and sate the empty of spirit.
Eminem and Andre--adults at last--but for which should all this pass? And Outkast be there too.
Four kings of God--2 black, 2 white--did with great earnestness enflight to jump the coop, the center of it all.
The Tao I traded for an 8 ball.
And Hao and Tao and their whole family too
Saw just what good ecstasy could do.
Hao and Andrew did the marvelous Phish show see.
He was rolling and I was hippie flipping be.
The time had come to cleanse the scum, and one fair night that summer in the city, the party blew up, with acid and some molly down his throat. With acid gone, but not forgotten, poor PhreeX overdosed on something rotten.
And with remorse, the parrot man did of course apologize to me, his hands sticky with the sweat of THC. And once again the little town did try to out its sorrows drown, but alcohol, valium and GHB did not the pleasure Sirens decree.
Listen to the Siren song, my young friend, listen to it once and listen to it again.
