I knew a girl named Katie, and we met in our dreams.
We were both awake and asleep, we just weren’t dreaming lucidly.
Then I met a girl named Abby, and we met in our dreams,
and she was wide awake,
but me, I fell asleep.
Then I met a girl named Emily, and well she, she was fast asleep,
but me, I was wide awake.
Then I met a girl named Denise, and I, she, we both made this dream together except we forced it.
Pushed the balloon in from both ends. (Pop)

Found myself sittin’ on the ranch thinkin’ about the vast past
Spewin’ my relentless nonsense on the topic of
past-tense occurrences.
That curve the lips after inhaling spliff hits and bong rips,
dabs turn globs and the taxman gets robbed
as we turn another bud to ash and take a sip off that home-brewed stash in a glass.

Man those days spent in the sun were fun, but a lot of work.
Tillin’ dirt, workin’ earth,
pullin’ weeds as the plants grew.
Harvest fruit, as the wind blew.
In rhythmic synchronicity,
Eventually hopefully maybe we’ll see
If I ever find that eternal peace that I seek
That the world seems to be and is.

Though constantly tormented She (It) holds Her (It’s) ground,
Rains down from the clouds,
Ignites fires in forests, mudslides down mountain sides.
Sun and Moon, Day and Night, All Align
Black Hole, billion blinded eyes.
Solar flare both big and rare thrown at North America
Creating quite a scare in an already,
Fear Driven Society.

But that’s alright with me, as I sit on top of this mountain peak.
Plenty pieces of peace but my puzzle’s not finished.
But that’s alright with me, as I sit on top of this mountain peak.
Plenty pieces of peace, but my puzzle’s not finished,
Eventually, hopefully, maybe we’ll see.

But sometimes I feel like this Earth,
Constant torment, yet no relent,
Just keep on growin’ and goin’
Fire deep inside,
Hills, valleys, cities, countryside
All inside this thick skull of mine.
Oh oil drillin’ and oil spillin’ into my brain.
My dreads are trees, my eyes the beach.
You speak, I listen.
You freeze, I stiffen.
You gleam, I glisten.
You keep, I give and take every day.

Awake and asleep I
reap and reapt, keep and kept,
curse and bless every step
of being this
psychedelic mess I am and,
Trace, I have trekked my zig-zag steps back to an empty box.
No lock, but a key on top.
Took it and ran and since then,
I’ve been running non-stop.

But no matter where I am I still feel like I am missing something man.
Eventually, hopefully, maybe we’ll see
If I ever find that eternal peace that I seek.

Plenty pieces of peace but my puzzle’s not finished.
Plenty pieces of peace, but my puzzle’s not finished.
Plenty pieces of peace, but my puzzle’s not finished,
and neither is this song,
and neither is this life,
And I don’t know what you’ve been told,
but you ain’t never gonna die or grow old.

And those birds were meant to fly and those fish were meant to swim
And we were meant to give as they give to us, ‘cause they give to us,
So we must, give back to them.
Sit on the porch and think that
Those birds were meant to fly and those fish were meant to swim
And we were meant to give as they give to us, ‘cause they give to us so we must
Give Back to Them!
Sit on the porch and think
That they give us this patient creative imagination
To have the patience, to have a creative imagination
‘Cause we’d all just like to fly or swim away someday
From this world of hate and decay
That we have created as a human race.
We are a disgrace but we ain’t misplaced.
We have just replaced all of those,
who have decomposed.

And I don’t rap, I just talk fast
‘Cause I don’t know how long this night or life will last.w
So before you pass out don’t pass up the cup we sip off of
At The MouthHouse!
Give lust when it comes,
skip supper take drugs,
And stay up as long as you can,
‘Cause you might miss somethin’ man,
This ain’t no fist-pumpin’ clan,
but if the feeling needs it,
Lift your hands and scream “Fuck the Man”
“FUCK THE MA-AN!”

So I, get fucked up
Get high and drunk,
Got my own love and now I’m looking for some lust.
Taking to these streets cause I am “The Crazy Man”
MORE BRIGHT THAN ALL THESE CITY LIGHTS COMBINED!
Awake at all times, as my heart beats,
There’s sirens in my mind
Either paranoid or fine
Don’t matter to I
Cause I am the crazy man
AWAKE AND ALIVE

Playin’ catch-up with my feet and settin’ clocks ahead.
One more cigarette,
Two more booze pours,
Three less regrets,
Four before I stood tryin’ to be a man,
Now I stand stating simply “I AM”
An unorthodox, non-conformist, poor-kid
Artist, musician, workin’ for a livin’
And surely not living to work
then die, disperse,
corpse in a casket,
carried in herse and then buried in dirt,
Share me this verse.

There’s dead poets, yet many alive in this society,
And there’s importance, yet no shortage
of unorthodox poor-kids,
artists, musicians,
workin’ for a livin’ and surely not living to work
Die, disperse,
Corpse in a casket,
carried in herse, buried in dirt.
And if your with me and one of these,
MAKE YOUR OWN VERSE IN THIS GRAND SYMPHONY.