The Flower Kings Psycedelic Postcard Lyrics

The World is all in the hands of the Juggler,he knows where
ever the wind blows
Girls collecting their shells on the
sea shore,and soon the King's at the door
Bicycle riders they're flying so high on the grind,the tournament sliders
Smalltown Cowboys just surfin the
stars of the Grill,another cheap thrill that night
Send me a postcard from Land of the Lunies
Send me your greetings, the Drop Outs will tune in.........
Naked horses they scatter the shells to the wind,and dance on the graveyards
Arabs sealed to the cave of the Golden
Scharade,now slaves to the shiver
Cigarrette ceilings, this curious feeling,the Joker was more than a smoke in the jar,Siluettos of Small Red Corvettos,the Prince and Priestess, the Speed fetschettos
Makers, BrakersRainmen they dance the mountains top
twilightsShakers, QuakersMother Earth sleep with one
eye open wideDiggin' so deep but your senses
are lost in sleep,you're out of contraol child
You're so funny when Sandman went kissing you,every
wizard need his dreamdust
Slowly burning, your secret of journey,keep it clean in the dream machine
Blue Marina, Kaleidoscopina, waterwell deeple dug,Sweet
AmorphinaSend me a post card from Land of the Lunies
Send me your greetings, the Drop Outs will tune
in..........
Send me your dream, one more to believe in
Send me a dream, realities lost and unseeen..........
My Minds Eye still can see......, Can't take that away
from meIn my Minds Eye I'll be free......, Freedom
believer, Freedom deliver