Trippin in the 70's

Back in the seventies, I swore I could see sound,

Colors had flavors, and the sky spun around,

I talked to a lamp like it knew all my pain,

Turns out I was just… real high on my brain.

I thought I unlocked every secret of life,

Explained it all deeply… to my buddy’s ex-wife,

Said time was a circle, then forgot what I meant,

Spent three hours amazed at where the carpet went.

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I was tripping, slipping in a neon haze,

Laughing at the wild in those blurry days,

Now I see it clear through a different view,

Funny what your mind can really put you through.

Now it’s the future, and I laugh at that guy,

Who thought he could practically float through the sky,

He wrote down his thoughts like a genius at work,

Next day it just read: “purple turtle is kirk.”

They say now it’s “micro” and cleaner and smart,

Measured and mindful, a scientific art,

But I just remember me stuck in a chair,

Convinced that my hands weren’t even still there.

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I was tripping, slipping in a neon haze,

Laughing at the wild in those blurry days,

Now I see it clear through a different view,

Funny what your mind can really put you through.

We call them “good old days” like we had it all right,

But we were just chasing every color in sight,

If we never came down, never found our own way,

We’d be too far gone to laugh at today.

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I was talking to the ceiling like it had a plan,

Thought I held the secrets no one understands,

Now I just shake my head and laugh out loud,

At the barefoot philosopher in a tie-dye crowd.

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Those “good old days” had me lost in space,

Chasing neon dreams I could not place,

Now I’m laughing at the roads I used to choose,

Funny how you win when you learn to lose.

I was tripping, slipping in a neon haze,

Laughing at the wild in those blurry days,

Now I see it clear through a different view,

Funny what your mind can really put you through.