There is something more than what you see upon the surface
beyond our rational minds there is a door
and if you want to know the universe inside you
there is room in here for 6 or 7 more
You can see the rise and fall of ancient empires
and reflect upon a likeness of our own
to reveal the battle raging in a good man
with the knowledge that he'll come and go alone...
All the while he wonders
who keeps turning the page
every time he focuses the images seem to fade
Once we've made it past the physical fires
and we see ourselves as we really are
we can see the dancers spinning on a time line
sharing psychic conversations from afar
seven beams of brightness breaking through a cloud face
shining down upon our bodies far below
now the sparkle in your eyes is like mine
one foot in the grave, but you know
All the while I wonder
who keeps turning the page
every time I focus, the images seem to fade
You might surprise yourself
when your shell is gone
and the memories gathering
make you wonder if you're wrong
when the barrier's broken
and the secret's out
does it make you wonder
what you're really all about
Rockin' the refridgerator, shakin' the floor
float on the ceiling and fly out the door
twisting and turning
you're freezing and burning
I guess if you're living, you must be learning
Teach not who doesn't wanna know
some people you just got to show
other people don't give a shi
t
but one day soon, you know they're gonna get it
(BIG LONG PSYCHEDELIC FREAK-OUT JAM)
On the Haight within another world than this
sits a man whose skin doesn't fit
reading articles of murder and deception
hoping he can find a way to go legit
so he folds his advertisement under his arm
and he strolls past the beggars and the thieves
thinking how they wear the uniform he once wore
we arrive only to watch you leave
We all stand in the shadow
We trace the footsteps
Each of us right into another's left
It's never like it used to be
We can never go back there
A faded memory
Is all we share
I'm breaking my back again
And you never get to fly
So we put our hands together
And keep getting high
©James Maloney 1997