I can feel it in my champagne blood, the buzz and tingle and distant voices. The universe bends itself around me; a black hole filters out the noises. I can't say it's soothed the savage primitive man still swinging in my trees. Unless it has. Unless it has. Every minute seems to last an hour. Every thought has some place it'd rather be. The top of my head tries to fly away, but my shoulders keep it anchored to me. I can't say it's soothed the savage primitive man still swinging in my trees. Unless it has. Unless it has. High born; low born; born again in the light of the one true god. Fairy tales are fun at bed time. Perhaps that's why I sleep so long. Unless it's not. Unless it's not. I can feel it in my champagne blood, the buzz and tingle and distant voices. The universe bends itself around me; a black hole filters out the noises. I can't say it's soothed the savage primitive man still swinging in my trees. Unless it has. Unless it has. Unless it has. Unless it has.  

Tagses: acoustic, 6-string, hi-desert, gregg m. pasterick, medical marijuana, (we can link these up later)

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Unless it Has
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