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Author: shoshodem
Fiction Rated: K - English - Fantasy/Poetry - Published: 07-02-07 - Updated: 07-02-07 - Complete - id:2385134

Turn on, tune in, and drop out

Take some pills and watch your mouth

Look into your mind and watch the images

Sit back and relax

Have fun with it

Covered in smoke clouds and smiling

Dreaming your dreams and giggling

Love how you inject the goods

Bloodstream away until happiness

Row with me son and look at the trees

Come along with me downstream

The lemon grown roots are plotted in the ground

Purple colored elves are everywhere to be found

Drifting pass the towers that hover above

Just as giant golden birds flock like doves

A fuzzy little animal catches the corner of your eye

Petting a dinosaur 6ft high

Taming the beast over there behind the bushes

As a pretty little girl plays the flute like a goddess

Her musical notes form a melody like no other

Her prettiness amuses you like a diamond in the sky

Lucy is her name and she sings a lullaby

Purring like a cat clutching onto a lawn chair

The grass grows long and the boy just stares

Coming back the forest of grapes and juices

A lion appears and dances to the music

(Ah)

Waking up from the dream you had for a while

The buzz is all but gone and so is your smile

Time to drag yourself off to bed

Your friend just lays there possible dead

The time for fun is over and a new day awaits

But you’ll back again and again you’ll be baked

Just rest your head along those soft pillows

As you dream again, this time you’re cutting willows

Along the river bank

As a ship begins to sink

Sea creatures all start to rise

As the sun begins to realize

The moon should be up and running in the sky

Until the hunter shoots it down and it dies

The burial is quiet and no one had shown up

Even the moon had a life that was so rough

The sun begins his vehicle and drives away

The smoke from the pipes drowns out the day

Driving along the coast of a country far from here

Walks into a pub and orders up a beer

Drinks it down softly hoping its just right

Sees a pretty star and says “Oh boy what a sight”

The sun expands his atmosphere and sprinkles ice cream

On the citizens with their tongues hoping for some icing

From a cake that was baked for a holiday

Possible with fireworks for a special date

The sidewalks are paved with the finest gold

Everybody is young and nobody is old

Life is just perfect and everyone sitting around

Peacefulness is everywhere in this soft-spoken town

A professors walks down the bustling streets

To a university hoping he’ll meet

A genius of such a magnitutde

As the woman get out their spas nude

Pigeons roam among us million miles away

As their conscious catches up to them on this special day

I hear a little croak beneath the waterfall in a swamp

It is telling you beware there is a bear making a thump

With a hammer that he got from a video game

A hammer of such a size and un-worldly not the same

I just want to see you again

I just want to hear you Rin

La, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la

Oh, la, la, la, la, la

The paper is all over the floor

Your wife slowly opens up the door

She had been away on a business trip to pay the bills

While you were having your fun swallowing pills

Everything is starting to go down hill

You keep your cool and you keep real still

She says goodbye and I hope you’ll be okay

But you tune it out and light a smoke away

Light a smoke away

The fire burns

You should have learned

Have your last dream I dare you

Just let it all hang out

Nothing to worry you what so ever

Soon it will all be over now

Burn little darling burn

Oh watch it burn

Please watch me burn

I’ll burn with you

One minute left until death

You hear her silently awakening

It’s getting to hard to see

But it all works out

It doesn’t matter to me

Doesn’t matter to me

Just turn on, tune in, and drop out



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