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Meridian
03:35
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As close to a miracle as I’ve ever seen,
across the street they’re giving out free gasoline,
and nobody’s being mean, just getting their souls redeemed.
It’s a quarter past midday, but there’s still time
to make conversation in the checkout line.
Maybe it’s a sign that we’re in decline.
But I don’t care about good times past
‘cause they couldn’t ever last,
and all their glory got faded fast
like the midday sun.
Well, that’s everything, to be fair,
but your love don’t seem to care,
and I know it will still be there
once the day is done.
You’re my peak; you’re my meridian.
Golden Age buildings, all broken down,
there hasn’t been work since the trains left town;
but if you’re still down, we can still get down.
We’ll throw a cemetery rave and dance like fiends,
drinking Crush orange soda with the Romani queen
who made such a scene back in 1915.
But I don’t care about good times past,
‘cause they couldn’t ever last,
and all their glory got faded fast
like the midday sun.
Well, that’s everything, to be fair,
but your love don’t seem to care,
and I know it will still be there
once the day is done.
You’re my peak; you’re my meridian.
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2. |
The Lucky Ones
04:00
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We were the lucky ones, with time, and free to run.
We didn’t answer to anyone; we were dancers in the setting sun.
We were just children; we didn’t need religion.
Our eyes shone like diamonds beneath the constellations.
We used to trip out in the woods by the banks of the creek,
and we knew nothing could hurt us; we were fearless freaks.
We used to laugh so much about it, and I knew you got the joke;
and now I feel so lost without you and the truth that we once spoke.
But we were the lucky ones.
We weren’t hooked on the Internet.
We didn’t even have cellphones yet.
I used to page you from the payphone.
We used to walk around all night long
and talk about the millennium,
the swing of the pendulum.
A great shift had just begun.
We knew we were the lucky ones.
What are you up to now? It’s been too long!
Have you given up on dreams, or are you still hanging on?
Well, in 1999, those dreams were all we had,
and even though we’ve grown apart, I still smile looking back,
‘cause we were the lucky ones.
Remember when you flipped your sports car on the ramp to 95,
and we were all amazed that you made it out alive.
Well, somehow you were ejected through the sunroof fifty feet.
When the engine exploded, sent a pipe right through your seat.
Yeah, we were the lucky ones, with time, and free to run.
We didn’t answer to anyone; we were dancers in the setting sun.
We were just children; we didn’t need religion,
because we shone like diamonds beneath the constellations.
Yeah, we were the lucky ones.
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Would you like to take my hand,
discover the Creator’s plan?
And anything you can dream will be.
Thunder river, tumbling down.
Catch your babes before they drown.
If you stick around, you will see.
The dream is winding down, and time is running out;
and every step is now uncertain.
The actor you know who’s the star of the show
will one day have to face the curtain.
There’s a storm just up ahead;
drink your wine and eat your bread,
and tuck your babes in bed with lullabies.
I really love you, and it just ain’t right,
you spend all day worried about the night;
but I’m too small to fight such big lies.
The dream is winding down, and time is running out,
and every step is now uncertain.
The actor you know who’s the star of the show
will one day have to face the curtain.
So listen, friends, to me, for soon it will be.
Confront your fears, or else confirm them.
The actor you know who’s the star of the show
will one day have to face the curtain.
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Persuasion
03:52
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You’re the one I love, but you’re promised to another.
And you’re so afraid of your father and your mother.
But I know what I know. And I know it won’t be long
I’m gonna take you with me; and I know it won’t be wrong.
Come and hold my hand, and tell me all about your bad dreams.
And I’ll hold you close and keep away all the night things.
If I treated you bad, I didn’t understand.
I feel like a stranger living in a strange land.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.
You’re a poet and a dreamer and a Christian.
And I’m a psychedelic soldier on a mission.
But in spite of all that stuff, we’re really just in love.
And truth is the plainest thing we can’t even speak of.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.
You’re the one I love, but you’re promised to another.
And you’re so afraid of your father and your mother.
But I know what I know. And I know it won’t be long.
I’m gonna take you with me; and I know it won’t be wrong.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.
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Joys are all fleeting; it’s loneliness in the end.
But here in the meantime, it’s nice to have a friend.
And you won’t complete me, but at least you make me smile.
So let’s have each other for a while.
Time leaves you broken, and it fixes you up again.
But time doesn’t really care about the state you’re in.
And time will forget us, leave us dead and out of style,
so let’s have each other for a while.
For a while without worry.
For a while without care.
Just a while, although I’m in no hurry
to end this love affair.
Everyone’s searching for a love they can’t define.
And you look so beautiful, and this feeling’s stronger than wine.
Well, this might not be “true love,” but it isn’t on trial.
So let’s love each other for a while.
Let’s love each other for a while.
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Short Haired Willie
03:17
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Short haired Willie got no place to go; he just
stay in bed, scratch his head, tell the walls hello.
Oh, Willie, you’re strummin’ to a different tune.
Just roll another, brother, and I hope it make you feel better soon.
Short haired Willie tryna figure what’s the dilly, float
on a whiskey river, an’ he smoke himself silly.
Oh, Willie, you’re strummin’ to a different tune.
Just roll another, brother, and I hope it make you feel better soon.
He’s a red headed stranger, gonna be a big star soon.
But now he’s stuck in Nashville, tryna pen a popular tune.
Short haired Willie think he’s washed and dried,
so he lie down in the street, and he try to catch a ride.
Oh, Willie, you’re strummin’ to a different tune.
Just roll another, brother, and I hope it make you feel better soon.
Short haired Willie went back down to the ranch,
sitting round in his underwear. Willie, where’s your pants?
Oh, Willie, you’re strummin’ to a different tune.
Just roll another, brother, and I hope it make you feel better soon!
He’s a red headed stranger; won’t be a stranger long.
But now he’s stuck in Nashville, tryna write a hit song.
Short haired Willie!
Short haired Willie!
Short haired Willie!
Short—Wooo!
Willie, you’re strummin’ to a different tune.
Just roll another, brother, and I hope it make you feel better soon.
Just roll another, brother, and I hope it make you feel better soon.
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7. |
Give and Take
03:03
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I cannot find a way to live
without some take and a lot of give.
Give it up, take it down seems like the way to go.
Some people have time; I don’t know how they bought it.
Some people have a mind to believe that they thought it.
But I’m not so inclined anymore;
I’m just trying to find out the score.
There’s a song stuck in my heart,
and it’s tearing me apart.
I start to, kind of, get it out, but it goes nowhere.
Some people have time; I don’t know how they bought it.
Some people have a mind to believe that they thought it.
But I’m not so inclined anymore;
I’m just trying to find out what for.
I’m not so inclined anymore;
I’m still trying to find out what for.
I cannot find a way to live
without some take and a lot of give.
Take it up, give it back seems like the way to go.
It seems like the way to go.
It seems like the way to go.
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Spores on Grass
03:10
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Back at Eleusis, 600 BC,
people got religion, and it ain’t no mystery;
them little spores of ergot gave them eyes to see,
and everyone got born again like Persephone.
Spores on the barley, spores on the rye!
Them little spores will cleanse your doors;
they’ll make your ego die!
All throughout history, people getting high!
Spores on the barley, spores on the rye!
Salem, Massachusetts got turned on its head
when the baker made a batch of ergotized bread.
The whole town went insane; they wanted witches dead.
They blamed it on the devil, but it was the rye, instead.
Spores on the barley, spores on the rye!
Them little spores will make you soar;
they’ll make witches fly!
All throughout history, people out of their minds!
Spores on the barley, spores on the rye!
Old Albert Hoffman, he didn’t know
just how far a little LSD could go.
He put on his white coat and took a little nip,
and had the most amazing bicycle trip.
Spores on the barley, spores on the rye!
Little molecules could be the tools to open your third eye!
All throughout history, people getting high!
Spores on the barley, spores on the—
Spores on the barley, spores on the rye!
Them little spores will cleanse your doors;
they’ll make your ego die!
All throughout history, people getting high!
Spores on the barley, spores on the rye!
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Screw Loose
03:56
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I had a screw loose in my mind.
My thoughts came all undone; I fell apart inside.
I had a terrible case of feeling blue.
I ran all over this town trying to find that screw.
And then my mind opened wide on you,
and I could not take my eyes off you.
I loved you then and continue to,
and now I know that you love me, too;
you said you do.
Did you ever watch how a squirrel goes around, burying its nuts just any old place?
And then when winter comes around, well, they’re lost without a trace.
Someone wise once told me, “What’s the use of going around, looking for lost treasure,
digging underground, when all you really have to do to find it is just take a look around?”
And then my mind opened wide on you,
and I could not take my eyes off you.
I loved you then and continue to,
and now I know that you love me, too.
Well, that’s the end of my story; I guess there really isn’t that much to it.
And you know, I never did find that lost screw—ah, but screw it!
‘Cause you can go on living your life, everything all screwed up tight,
but maybe—just maybe—if you get a little screw loose, everything will be alright.
And then my mind opened wide on you,
and I could not take my eyes off you.
I loved you then and continue to,
and now I know that you love me, too;
you really do.
Ooh!
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10. |
Dark Time
03:54
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In the evening, I lie awake,
toss and turn to some other place—
And the dark time will end.
More and more will begin
(we wade)
to see the sunlight dance upon their skin,
(they wade)
see the moonlight and the light within.
Taking the long way home, by the river—
Wishing a timely song would deliver—
And the dark time will end.
More and more will begin
(we wade)
to see the sunlight dance upon their skin,
(they wade)
see the moonlight and the light within.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
I can see them in their crystal skins
spinning ‘round.
I can see them in their crystal skins
spinning ‘round.
I can see them in their crystal skins
spinning ‘round.
I can see them in their crystal skins
spinning ‘round.
In the dark time, we have to sing,
try to find some good offering—
And the dark time will end.
More and more will begin
(we wade)
to see the sunlight dance upon their skin.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
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11. |
Long Burning Bridge
04:24
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Life’s a long burning bridge, babe.
Can’t go back the way that brought ya.
There’s no steady ground, and no way to turn around.
You’re burned, or you’re drowned in the water.
You keep the crooks and charlatans in business, babe.
They do appreciate your patronage.
They’re selling ancient wisdom; that’s the reason you enlist them
to help you over life’s long burning bridge.
Life’s a long burning bridge, oh Lord.
Try to live the way you oughta.
There’s no steady ground, and no way to turn around.
You’re burned, or you’re drowned in the water.
You’ve always been such a naive girl;
it’s a wonder how you keep your heart so pure.
I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t let me help you.
Life’s so many lessons to endure.
Life’s a long burning bridge, oh Lord.
Try to live the way you oughta.
There’s no steady ground, and no way to turn around.
You’re burned, or you’re drowned in the water.
Guess I should’ve stayed out of your business, babe.
I only seemed to make matters worse.
Didn’t want nothing to hurt you; I couldn’t just desert you.
Sometimes it feels like caring’s just a curse.
Life’s a long burning bridge, oh Lord.
Can’t hold on when it feels like you’ve gotta.
There’s no steady ground, and no way to turn around.
You’re burned, or you’re drowned in the water.
You’re burned, or you’re drowned in the water.
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12. |
Maria Sabina
09:08
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Maria Sabina was a wise woman from Oaxaca.
She sang to the Saint Children;
they spoke through her in the Velada.
Maria Sabina.
When she was a girl, only six years,
Maria took the mushrooms
growing in the woods near her childhood home.
Maria took the mushrooms.
Maria Sabina.
Maria took the mushrooms, and they took her by the hand
to a world where everything is known.
They helped her understand
when she came to the table of the Principal Ones,
where lay the Book of Wisdom and Language she gazed upon.
Gordon Wasson sought a Wise One
wise in the way of the sacred mushrooms.
Flown from New York City to Oaxaca,
Gordon Wasson found Maria.
Maria Sabina.
Maria was a martyr for psychedelic culture.
Police arrested her for dealing when hippies flew like vultures.
Maria didn’t ask for it, but the mushrooms brought her fame;
yet she stayed poor, and she suffered so some others could profit from her name.
Undercover CIA man infiltrated the Velada,
but he couldn’t stand the Children,
got no intel for MK-ULTRA.
Undercover CIA man.
Maria was a martyr for someone else’s cult.
Her house was razed; she was ostracized; it was Gordon Wasson’s fault.
Maria didn’t ask for it, but the mushrooms brought her fame;
yet she stayed poor, and she suffered so some others could profit from her name.
Maria Sabina—
Wise woman—
Mazatec woman—
Maria Sabina—
Remember Maria.
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Miles Gannett Baltimore, Maryland
Miles Gannett doesn’t sit still creatively. The Louisiana native, who now calls Maryland home, hears the seamless character of all music, blending and balancing strains of bluegrass with psychedelic folk textures, classic country phrasing with the propulsive notes of acid rock, and earthy blues with spectral ambience. ... more
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