If I was in a drum circle
And an old man with a wooden flute played relaxing notes
A black man with a silver sax played no song
And all the drums were perfect
A vocalist sings a single note
I would be in Santa Cruz
At the seaside
Or in the city
Soaking up sunbeams
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From the library to the park
We find a picnic and all the homeless join us
They're all sellers of acid
And That's how I got involved in it all
That's how I wrote a death note to the cops not to fuck with me
And when I got back to the house it was covered in nooses and dead things
It was enough for me to steal an old van
I tried to make my way out of town and I did
To my surprise the van changed forms
My crime partner I had tried to escape was with me now somehow
There was nothing more I needed.
We're kicking a soccer ball around at the field
There's a baseball game we were going to go to
The stadium is just a block north
We decided not to go though
Instead we should fuck in the goal
Aware that nothing is actually real right now