Sebrox - Riverboat Surreal lyrics

(How's everything? "Groovy. Are you here for some acid?" Yeah, I guess so. "Why?" What? "Why are you taking acid?" What are you doing, a paper? "Curiosity." Me, too. No, insight. I really think that I'll find out something about myself.)[excerpts from The Trip (1967 film)] [Jak Tripper] I depart six below, alarm clock link broke Number dull inner glow, eyelids flicker, lava lamp indigo Liquor whole, lithium slither, strips of coke, kitchen pros, Opium Jones Wrist tracks, rigs exposed, plaid jacket and slacks ripped Stripper pole, hitting home, suitcase gypsy, liver soaked Whiskers grown and drip spittle, I kicked the litter, rigger froze Germaphobic nightstand, dinner's cold Polaroid clips of one of twin's sisters choked underdeveloped pictures old Needle quiver and skin sticks to clothes Business trip tickets ?? I left the house ajar, the skip hit the switch to ?? Six on a pallet in a cab ride and trip indulge ("Can I come? Well uh, I don't know.) [more excerpts from The Trip (1967 film)] [LoDeck] Master to the odd angles, Jak Progresso, LoDeck, turf of B23 Folded on a sketcher, audio provided by the hospital dispatcher Lies, beauty, transparent, less merit Following her light, angelic, pretty and fresh in a spring apron Making food in the backyard for the sacred Here's a life in case you want to retrace it Why the loudest one's got to be so afraid to face it INK got replaced by DNA Beige flat out the hybrid a**emble, that's my VMAs VMAs of crookedest writings on Earth Still don't compare to the realer sightings on this curious turf d**h rebirth hypnotism fullest The wind to transform marble tables into bullets Faintness trembles into orgasmic sewage slot Cause the flesh folds weak but the world don't stop ("I've got this whole thing going with people on acid. I just like what happens, you know." Yeah? "They're groovy people." Well that's nice, but maybe I'll see you later. "Well have a nice trip." Yeah.) [more excerpts from The Trip (1967 film)] [Jak Tripper] I'm in the clams, mosquito net bed Incense of citronella solicited poppies off the raft Flying fish lids follow the alkaloid powder dash Tight void air, flourishing a fever, girl tap the gla**, avocado mask Eastern opium savor a pipe, dissolve into hash Heroin island oil lamp, sugar and rum twilight, white wash cubicals Hooks slinging hammocks for the opium crash Albino cat girl, American bitter boy grips the sugar cane She's holding his staff Blindfolded Vietnamese sweet flower tan Asphyxiated the heavy pants seconds before the euphoric blast I ride the trail and cling to the tabs She's still bounded from shoulder to calves Hanging fever hit me at last Selective pestilence for the left handed stamp Epidemic sweat covers the scabs (In, out, in, out. Come on, breathe. Breathe! In, out, in, out. Just quietly, in, out. That's a boy. "I'm frightened to die, man." You're not going to die. That's just a thought. It's all in your mind. There's no fear in it. It's in your interpretation of it, "I though I was going to die." See, it's pa**ing. Now it's pa**ed. It's over. If it happens to you again, go ahead and go with it. Just go ahead and die. Whatever happens. Okay? You all right? Sure?) [more excerpts from The Trip (1967 film)]