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Under a fungal influence I lost concept of time Along with use of my tongue and I had to pantomime My feelings but it was easy 'cause my senses had opened up And ever since that day my head has been an open cup. The thoughts come before they go And who am I to change the flow? Lakes are rain are clouds are snow And I keep track of who I owe. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if you'd've stuck around And none of those men in black had ever put you in the ground. Would we still boost shit from bookstores and hang out at the mall? Play surrealist writing games and cry about it all? This drinks for our dear departed Who left this earth scarred and broken hearted Finished something her family started And god didn't give her a soul but art did. I call my grandpa up when I start to miss the sea He's got Alzheimer's disease and he can't remember me. But no one can touch memory like it's a photograph. I listen to every word he says and I love to hear him laugh. Big respect to those that came before Letras de cancionesWho busted their ass for half of what they deserved Who fed us smashed potatoes and gravy Who've seen the world go hopelessly crazy Who told us not to be so lazy Who tried to make us into gentlemen and ladies Who took us in their arms and said "upsy daisy" Who washed us in kitchen sinks when we were babies. From Letras Mania