The Eleven-Headed

Look up to the sun, my friend

And tell me, what have you seen?

I've been sleeping all day

Tell me, what is your name?

I don't care but I'll ask you anyway

Despite what you may think you're still the same

Explored, but not explained

Yet it's brought to light with careful laughter

Can you feel it and can you hear it?

So come on, where you from, my friend?

I don't know but I will follow

Until that moon is in full light

We start to slip

And our mind begins

To flip and seize the Sun

Blow that horn

Drive 'till morn

Beat to bliss

Until you sip the tea that's gone

Before the Hassel man hits song

Eleven heads we see here everyday

Moving

Got to keep on moving yeah

Rolling

Got to keep that tea bag rolling now

So far

You know that there's no turning back

Get Down

Got to get down, got to get down

So head up to the sun, my friend

I know one day that I will follow

To feel that fusion in the sky

Then one day me might meet

To hit upon one more beat

And share the midnight moo-shi just once more

Share the dharma, play a lick

Surrender up and then go sick

Now the dots and bars will show

Sicker suppers we have known

Smilers will make us forget

Persuasions that we once had left

William burroughs must have hid

A funky junky dying bid