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Time to share...
Sep. 18th, 2002 01:16 pmLarry Love, do you remember when I came upon you in that place of suffering in the valley of darkness? I took away all your pain and put love in your cold, cold heart, and from that day forward told you to spread my word through music. Sweet, pretty country acid house music. From that day, Larry, you not only joined my church, you embraced my whole philosophy, my whole way of life, because remember, little man...
...don't you go to Goa.
I believe I'm gonna shut down my chakra,
Shift Shiva off of my shelf.
Take down the tie-dyes, my Tibetan bells.
Cool down my kharma with a kind of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Castaneda in my frontline library.
Cause there's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
Yeah, people in the house.
I ain't dancin' entranced, no thanks, no chance to tranquilize me.
Ain't sippin' no smart-bar drinks, yo, that don't satisfy me.
Dosin' up my dharma with a drop of gasoline
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.
Cause there's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times, put me on another bad trip.
Oh well, Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no web site wonder, the guru just went under,
You can keep your California sunshine.
Yeah, I believe you, D. Wayne.
'Cause the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than some fool lying on some Third World beach in spandex psychadelic trousers, smoking damn dope, pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle and I sing!
-- Alabama 3, "Ain't Goin' to Goa"
...don't you go to Goa.
I believe I'm gonna shut down my chakra,
Shift Shiva off of my shelf.
Take down the tie-dyes, my Tibetan bells.
Cool down my kharma with a kind of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Castaneda in my frontline library.
Cause there's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
Yeah, people in the house.
I ain't dancin' entranced, no thanks, no chance to tranquilize me.
Ain't sippin' no smart-bar drinks, yo, that don't satisfy me.
Dosin' up my dharma with a drop of gasoline
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.
Cause there's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
I ain't goin' to Goa.
Ain't goin' to Goa, now.
I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times, put me on another bad trip.
Oh well, Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no web site wonder, the guru just went under,
You can keep your California sunshine.
Yeah, I believe you, D. Wayne.
'Cause the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than some fool lying on some Third World beach in spandex psychadelic trousers, smoking damn dope, pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle and I sing!
-- Alabama 3, "Ain't Goin' to Goa"
