One day sitting in my room.
My mind started wondering,
then I fell into a dream.
I saw a dragon with
a wizard on his back.
He said to me, step up,
On a magical dream journey,
Let's go for a (psychical) trip
( A Psychedelic Dream Ride)
Then up we flew off into space,
through the astral gates we slip..
(Alright)
Looking back behind us,
to the freaks and
heads we wave.
And off beyond
our system, so far out,
until we were so deep
out in space.
And on the edge
of time and space
An ominous feeling
So mysterious,
something Bad I knew.
There stood
two towers black.
But on we flew,
the wizard says
there is no turning back.
(Ok, Cast your spell on me)
Higher and higher,
through the cosmos-
we had tripped.
Seeing stars
turned inside out-
we thought our
minds had flipped.
Colors swirling,
sounds are drifting.
Thinking we were dead,
the wizard turned
and spoke;
this is what he said:
Through the virgin universe,
upon his back we played
Creating and destroying
with the music we made.
Undulating the cosmic rhythm,
galaxies were born.
Clouds of blue,
fluorescent dunes,
spreading out literally,
before the cosmic background.
Yeah!
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