Give me a vision when I got none. And the thunderbolts in each hand of my own. For I'm comin' back to level. Everythin' they taught us wrong. Onto transmigration.
Who would know better than us pleasure seekers. Than to meet inside of the shamanic speakers. Where past is a memory, future is an illusion. Where only the power of now.
Dogs were barking, guests were parking. And my wedding was about to start. Dogs were barking, monkeys clapping. Then I got up on table and I said:. I'll meet you 10:45 on the Broadway Canal.