Though the sign says "Monterey:
Forty light years from right here,"
We'll go anyway.
Got a head start on the clouds
As the view, dream-like, rolls away,
While every song you hate is playing
In your head softly a loving sound.

Now the quiet never stays,
Porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays
Keeping me awake.
With this fine knit elastic cloud,
Stretching out living new age
Golden days.

But when I think out loud,
My stupid little voice gets lost.

Fascination, overkill and sensation,
Whole and violent. When you're high,
You might touch down
In gardens of gargantua,
When all the world is spinning.
Say hello to him from all of us,
When all is all undone
And sung without a sound.

Over the always, nobody elevates.
Hoping for enlightning
Voices out of nowhere.
Fastened tight crashing light into walls,
If you look around at all,
You might feel small where the soul lives
Where the whole thing is coming down.

Every now and then I fall out,
Into open air just to feel the
Wind, rain and everything.
And though the hum and sway gets me down,
I'll find the way to peace and openness.

But when I think out loud,
My stupid little voice gets lost
In fact, I'm waiting
For everyone to shut up...

Fascination, overkill and sensation,
Whole and violent. When you're high,
You might touch down
In gardens of gargantua,
When all the world is spinning.
Say hello to him from all of us,
When all is all undone
And sung without a sound.

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