The Haight Is Just A Place; The

Turns Me On So Loud It's Like No Sound, Everybody Yelling At Me Hands Over Their Ears From Behind A Glass Wall, Faces Working Around In Talk Circles But No Sound From The Mouths. My Sound Soaks Up All Other Sound.

Lsd Lets You In On Something. When You're Tripping, The Idea Of Race Disappears; The Idea Of Sex Disappears; You Don't Even Know What Species You Are Sometimes. And I Don't Know Of Anybody Who Hasn't Come Back From That Being More Humane, More Thoughtful, More Understanding.

Take What You Can Use And Let The Rest Go By.

Now, You’re Either On The Bus Or You’re Off The Bus.

I've Found Psychedelics To Be Keys To Worlds That Have Always Existed, That Have To Be Talked About.