Edit: I just noticed that this belongs in "The Artists Corner" (Lyrics are a form of poetry, so... that's why I'm postin' this here) I wrote this poem online to some shroomers online. It's like a weird journey that I made up on the spot to give them some entertainment. They seemed to like it, I hope you all do too. Tip Beside a Trip It came to me like a bumblebee Sharp and quick and rough as the sea Sunlight reflected off of the stinging surface But a warm echoed through me like a note from a bass I tried to run, but where would I go? My hands and arms were shaky, and my motions didn't flow Oddly enough I discovered a stone A force pulled me in, to meet it I was prone It called onto me, "Hey there traveler" I responded "I'm just running from something, for i have been stirred" "A stone" I thought calmly, "this is sure odd to see" "But it seems so content, as happy as can be" It was a good fellow, but it broke into two I hoped that in another life, it would be renewed Hours and hours I tried to run from this sting and it's beauty But then I thought, "if I stop, will it stop being so moody?" I stopped The stinging dropped "Where did it go?" I wondered in my bliss The bliss that now surrounded me, I heard like a hiss "Sssssssso you ssssssay you can ssssssnake your way out of thissss one?" it said The sound of the hissing filled me half way with dread Fearing for my life Wondering what all this strife Had been for If I hadn't opened the door, would the hissing be as sore? Would it be shrieking for more? Suddenly new light gave way from old I found myself inside, and out of the cold Hissing had mellowed to a quick, simple crack From the fireplace behind me, warming my back I thought "What I need, is a simple read" "One on which my imagine can feed" I walked up to the bookcase, towering overhead One of the books leaped out and said "Read me, read me my fellow man" "Find knowledge inside me; read all that you can!" I held it in front of me, it's title was "End" Inside it, I knew my logic would bend I opened it up Then, from within it, emerged a cup It was labeled "Green Tea" I wondered, "If I drink this, will I still be able to see?" "Will the fruits of knowledge brainwash me?" "Will I lose all creativity?" I thought to myself, "Oh well, good luck" And drank whatever it was in that cup It tasted so sweet LIke finding that someone you've always wanted to meet But then the room looked so different From what I first had pictured it The full glass of wine Became an inverse wind-chime The shoes on my feet Moved to some unheard beat Suddenly sound was all around Bouncing off the ground I again ran outside my door Looking to experience more! That stone that I met for a short and brief time I found split open, and the inside was fine On the inside, I observed the sparkles of silver and gold On the outside I only had seen it as worn out and old Despite the bitter weather I found myself some leather And tied it around the stone to form a belt It became revived, and said, "Peace, I'm out" I saw it roll smoothly as it moved away slowly When watching this I found somewhat of a moral to this story The stone hadn't told me what I should think It only used action to make me think quick like a mink And when everything blurred into one single vision All I could see of this so called reality were technicolor pigments
Well, it's not really about shrooms... and I kinda made it up line by line... and amphetemines were fucking with me... Just thought someone would get a kick out of it.