Flashbacks maybe
No, it ain’t the ‘80s
It’s all a l’il hazy but…
M’ thinks it were the grapes.
If you’ve seen a psilocybin
On the road to Katmandu
Kill-it kill-it, but don’t eat it,
So be it, …unless i get one too
…Or share it with your friends
Like it was the 20th Century again
But do it with 21st Century awareness
& invite Al Gore or Al Franken or someone
Who jammed with the son of Al Hendrix
& lived through the 60s to yak about it
…But not Al Greenspan, what a d!ck.
Brad, i know u dig the colorful ides
I’ve seen your pics & pans & jibes…
& known a bit of what you’ve sighed…
Into the air ‘round your vibrant rock rides
But these dayz it’s roundabout life in general
Far far removed from most things chemical~~
Either that or leave my children to the lions…
That the educators & ad campaigners would…
willingly hurl them into [cryin’] on behalf of the…
Old rusty machine & its fackn moot damn Zion’s….
I’m just writing to get through without pullin’ the trigger…
‘Cuz the time 4 self-discovery’s set aside for something bigger…
& getting’ bigger & better everyday like an outa control roller coaster
Ride that takes turns for the twisted and slows to get real high b4 spinning
Out of control again until i stop to think of a way to fix what’s been broken
Or been knocked off-course by chills & thrills o’ th’ daytime activities goin’
Down all around herein…while i merely try to keep up with the flow & go
Of 2 vital teens with…overblown big world dreams & the skills-tote 2
Make it believable on a continent growing weaker with every vote
& there eventually comes a time when there’s nothing more
Perfect than a cool glass of water & a breath of fresh air
good Health good Energy n good Prosperity there
