end of twentieth century hallucinatory blues
well it's the end of the twentieth century hallucinatory blues
and i'm feeling it once again down in my spine
it's starting to rise
slowly it all runs sideways and the floor starts to spin
rolling on the ridge-way and the magic carpet sounds like a machine
rub the lamp and hide the smoke, dust engulfed inside the dream
feel the sound clouds burst all the way down to the ocean floor
submarine bells resounding and echoes chill up your to your eyes
release the clean air and the packet squad formation in form
and i'm feeling it once again down in my spine
it's starting to rise
slowly it all runs sideways and the floor starts to spin
rolling on the ridge-way and the magic carpet sounds like a machine
rub the lamp and hide the smoke, dust engulfed inside the dream
feel the sound clouds burst all the way down to the ocean floor
submarine bells resounding and echoes chill up your to your eyes
release the clean air and the packet squad formation in form
(c) & (p) 2005 subconscious mind publication company
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