| Lyrics: | COSMIC AND FREAKY
(Grit Laskin)
It was cosmic and
freaky,
on a midsummer's day
And the pipes in the meadow,
Man, they blew me
away,
And the blackbirds and the thrushes
were into their own thing,
And the
larks got off on music,
Man like all they did was sing
A freak and his ol'
lady
were out tripping through the heather
Said the freak to his ol' lady,
"Man,
my head's not together,
So I'm trucking out to Frisco,
Where the alpha waves run
free,
And the highs you reach on skateboards,
Have transcended
LSD."
Well, a picture of his Earth Shoe,
she instantly drew
Saying, "This is
where I'm at, man,
I'm still tuned into you."
And as they dug each other's head
space,
Tears from her eyes he did see
She said "Can I come?" and he said "No,
Man, don't lay that trip on me."
He said, "Man, we're getting heavy,
I'm not
into what's going down
The taxi meter's running,
and I'm [turned/bummed off this
town
But you'll still be my ol' lady
If you're ever near San Francisco
After
all, babe, you're a Pisces,
And I'm a Scorpio."
from sondra stigen,
1984
Recorded by Laskin- Unmasked
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