Though The Sign Says

"Monterey: Forty Light Years From

Right Here," We'll Go Anyway

Got A Head Start On The Clouds

As The View, Dream-like, Rolls Away.

While Every Song You Hate

Is Playing In Your Head Softly

A Loving Sound



Now The Quiet Never Stays

Porcelain Elvis Heads And Gamma Rays Keeping Me Awake With This

Fine Knit Elastic Crowd, Stretching Out

Living New Age Golden Days

But When I Think Out Loud

My Stupid Little Voice Gets Lost



Fascination, Overkill And Sensation

Whole And Violent

When You're High You Might Touch Down

In Gardens Of Gargantua

When All The World Is Spinning

Say Hello To Him From All Of Us

When All Is All Undone And Sung

Without A Sound



Over The Always

Nobody Elevates Hoping For Enlightening Voices

Out Of Nowhere

Fastened Tight Crashing Light Into Walls

If You Look Around At All You Might

Feel Small Where The Soul Lives

Where The Whole Thing Is Going Down



Every Now And Then I Fall Out

Into Open Air Just To Feel The Wind,

Rain And Everything



And Though The Hum And Sway Gets Me Down

I'll Find The Way To Peace And Openness

But When I Think Out Loud

My Stupid Little Voice Gets Lost

In Fact I'm Waiting

For Everyone To Shut Up