My phone and my watch are turned in
Hopeful people, quick to accept
The curse, the cure for restlessness
The drip for the pain past their brain stem
We few collapse into wavelengths of bliss
Original intent of this mess
Finally off grid, in a geodesic dream dome
My garden is abundant a hundred times over, and again
Away from the days on the run
And under the rays of the rising sun
Thank you, new God
Peaceful new God
Thank you, new God
This Kansas City label is committed to discovering and supporting psychedelic musicians, and they put on a really cool festival called Outer Reaches. Wild Eye