Mushroom Voyage
Peyote Pete
sits beneath the heavy sky
Lauderdale Larry watch the comets flying by
Dale from Dade is staring deep into the void
Mike Honcho's dreaming
of an asteroid
Cosmic champions of mushroom divine
Space getting high just to
pass the time
They leave the swamp,
they leave the
sand behind
Four lost prophets of
the expanded mind
Soaring through the corridors of time
(higher) We cross the burning celestial line
No gravity to hold us anymore
We knock on heaven's psychedelic door
Lauderdale Larry sees the galaxies align
Peyote Pete is drinking starlight like a wine
They sail on rivers made of purple dust
In the ancient engine
they place their trust
Soaring through the corridors of time
(we fly) We cross the burning celestial line
No gravity to hold us anymore
We knock on heaven's psychedelic door
Lost in the drift...
(so high)