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COSMIC RIDE

Tomorrow I’ll fall into the sky

and take the stars for a ride.

Paint myself a psychedelic ship

and head out on a cosmic trip.

Past the moon and into the sun

back out again and just keep on.

The universe will be all mine.

I’ll have myself a very cool time.

How can this be this groovy trip?

Mushrooms or LSD?

No. Nothing drastic as all that.

I’ll just hitch a ride

with my vampire bride.

She’s something else that girl you know.

She goes where wants to go.

She don’t need no bus or train

She don’t need no airplane

On a ride from planet earth

to the planet of her birth.

Just beyond our galaxy

to a place called Planet 3

There are many of her kind

in this hip chick colony.

They play Zappa all day long,

singing each and every song.

How I met her is quite a tale,

this immortal girl I call Love.

I was strolling one night to the beat

of some cool cats that were really sweet.

Just as I was in my groove

She appeared all in tune.

I didn’t care that she was pasty white

and that she only came out at night.

I just knew that she was cool.

I mean literally cool.

She stared at me with ancient eyes

and then I had to say my goodbyes.

She kissed my neck and I forgot

that I had somewhere I should be.

Now we ride together her and I

to hip places throughout the sky.

We travel only at night

digging life without sunlight.

I ain’t no vampire, at least not yet.

I would know if it were so.

It’s funny how we never fight.

We just live on a vampire bites

and travel from one galactic to the next

just for a little taste

of something that she cooks up for me,

blood soup with a side of peas.

I’m very happy don’t you know

My heart these days is always aglow.

Me and my vampire girl

We’re going to live throughout eternity

digging tunes and watching toons,

we’re going to be all sanctified.

So if you can’t find me one of these days

look up in the sky beyond the haze.

I’ll be way up high happily digging the scene

with my vampire girl from Planet 3.

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