Psychedelics_r_best
Bluelighter
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- Oct 16, 2004
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Wind blowing those crisp leaves out across the street,
To meet the feet of those still concerned,
with the title that we've earned,
Puffing a cigarette,
Trying to forget,
The way the world looked that one day,
Before the switch was flipped,
Remembering the feel of soft skin skipping,
In firm hands that were once gripping,
Content smiles convinced that it really didnt matter,
Whether the stocks went up or the war went well,
Whether the priests going to heaven,
And the scientist hell,
Cause your safe where you seem,
Lying somewhere inbetween,
Well what a laugh arose on down the path,
When the mathemeticians cried,
While the war forgotten mothers did the math,
And the rich still longed for ever more cash,
And the cows chewed,
Unaware of impending doom and low lying gloom,
And marijuana smoke rising up through dead branches,
To see who will take their chances,
Theres was no more happiness to go around,
Once you realized the moon was nowhere to be found,
And the sun gave up shining through dense smog,
And somewhere in there the haze cleared up,
And you tried to find the answers hidden,
Within the eyes of a year old kitten,
When the polluted breeze,
Choked out one last smile,
From the toughest critics guile,
The shade of a tree giving,
As much pleasure as could be given,
To those still living,
But somewhere out there beyond the drainage pipes,
Half faded lights of cathedral doors,
Zealous zealots, and implant stores,
There layed the image,
A flashing glimpse of yellow beaches,
Green waters stretching out to meet the far off reaches,
Of the dreamers dreams and the preachers preaches,
Where the grass stayed green and meanies gave up being mean,
Where you could get a clear view of the night stars,
Rolling green hills spilling out of a distant sky,
Sun on naked backs and wind is loosened hair,
A land where a lack of money made everyone a happy pair,
And a land where no one was afraid to share,
Where we lived at one with all those under our sun,
And treasured life where it begun,
And thoughts were free to soar the breeze,
Free to smile wherever we please,
Where everyone could sleep with ease,
In a celebration of the cycle,
But the thought was interrupted by the ticking of a clock,
Followed by a tear and a warranted laugh,
By the man with the crunching feet walking down the street.
To meet the feet of those still concerned,
with the title that we've earned,
Puffing a cigarette,
Trying to forget,
The way the world looked that one day,
Before the switch was flipped,
Remembering the feel of soft skin skipping,
In firm hands that were once gripping,
Content smiles convinced that it really didnt matter,
Whether the stocks went up or the war went well,
Whether the priests going to heaven,
And the scientist hell,
Cause your safe where you seem,
Lying somewhere inbetween,
Well what a laugh arose on down the path,
When the mathemeticians cried,
While the war forgotten mothers did the math,
And the rich still longed for ever more cash,
And the cows chewed,
Unaware of impending doom and low lying gloom,
And marijuana smoke rising up through dead branches,
To see who will take their chances,
Theres was no more happiness to go around,
Once you realized the moon was nowhere to be found,
And the sun gave up shining through dense smog,
And somewhere in there the haze cleared up,
And you tried to find the answers hidden,
Within the eyes of a year old kitten,
When the polluted breeze,
Choked out one last smile,
From the toughest critics guile,
The shade of a tree giving,
As much pleasure as could be given,
To those still living,
But somewhere out there beyond the drainage pipes,
Half faded lights of cathedral doors,
Zealous zealots, and implant stores,
There layed the image,
A flashing glimpse of yellow beaches,
Green waters stretching out to meet the far off reaches,
Of the dreamers dreams and the preachers preaches,
Where the grass stayed green and meanies gave up being mean,
Where you could get a clear view of the night stars,
Rolling green hills spilling out of a distant sky,
Sun on naked backs and wind is loosened hair,
A land where a lack of money made everyone a happy pair,
And a land where no one was afraid to share,
Where we lived at one with all those under our sun,
And treasured life where it begun,
And thoughts were free to soar the breeze,
Free to smile wherever we please,
Where everyone could sleep with ease,
In a celebration of the cycle,
But the thought was interrupted by the ticking of a clock,
Followed by a tear and a warranted laugh,
By the man with the crunching feet walking down the street.
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