Dreaming of that face again It's bright and blue and shimmering Grinning wide And comforting me with its three warm and wild eyes On my back and tumbling Down that hole and back again (and back again) Rising up And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye In, out, in, out, in, out A child's rhyme stuck in my head It said that life is but a dream I've spent so many years in question To find I've known this all along So good to see you I've missed you so much So glad it's over I've missed you so much Came out to watch you play Why are you running away? Came out to watch you play Why are you running? Shrouding all the ground around me Is this holy crow above me Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second Sun I stick my hand into the shadow To pull the pieces from the sand Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been I do not recognize the vessel But the eyes seem so familiar Like phosphorescent desert buttons Singing one familiar song So good to see you I've missed you so much So glad it's over I've missed you so much Came out to watch you play Why are you running away? Came out to watch you play Why are you running away? Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding And you thought that I had run away Chasing the tail of dogma I opened my eye, I opened my eye I opened my eye and there we were I opened my eye, I opened my eye I opened my eye and there we were So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me And you thought that I had run away Chasing a trail of smoke and reason Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye Prying open my third eye
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
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9:07 Whoa
Dreaming of that face again
It's bright and blue and shimmering
Grinning wide
And comforting me with its three warm and wild eyes
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again (and back again)
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye
In, out, in, out, in, out
A child's rhyme stuck in my head
It said that life is but a dream
I've spent so many years in question
To find I've known this all along
So good to see you
I've missed you so much
So glad it's over
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running?
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second Sun
I stick my hand into the shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been
I do not recognize the vessel
But the eyes seem so familiar
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song
So good to see you
I've missed you so much
So glad it's over
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding
And you thought that I had run away
Chasing the tail of dogma
I opened my eye, I opened my eye
I opened my eye and there we were
I opened my eye, I opened my eye
I opened my eye and there we were
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me
And you thought that I had run away
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Amazing!!!! Please, please, please do the other 3 albums too!!
wow this is an incredible instrumental its so insanely clear thank you for posting this
Real f high on the what the
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