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I have finally written a new song – it may well not make sense to most people who read it ha ha! It’s a mad reggae number and I’ll put an audio version up soon – maybe on Myspace if I can do a good enough recording.

Before You Were Born

Floating on the ceiling looking down at my bed
Saw myself lying there as if I was dead
Couldn’t move a muscle, couldn’t open my eyes
My feet were in the kitchen but my head was in the skies

You don’t need drugs to have hallucinations
You don’t need drugs to have hallucinations

Travelling in my van in nineteen seventy-three
I heard the sunset singing in Germany
The swaying corn joined in in perfect harmony
My heart and soul took flight, I had set them free

You don’t need drugs to have hallucinations
You don’t need drugs to have hallucinations

At Glastonbury Festival (the very first one)
Rolling in the mud in nineteen seventy-one
I was the acid queen of Bristol
Way before you were born…

(Break)

Climbing up the Avon Gorge to have a cup of tea
I thought there was a café at The Observatory
Snowflakes on the ground that were as big as your hand
As if some God Almighty, had waved his magic wand

You don’t need drugs to have hallucinations
You don’t need drugs to have hallucinations

If life is but a dream what is reality?
Hope I find the answer deep inside of me
If life is but a game what is reality?
Hope I find the answer deep inside of me

You don’t need drugs to have imagination
You don’t need drugs to have communication
You don’t need drugs to have realisation
You don’t need drugs to have illumination

At Glastonbury Festival (the very first one)
Rolling in the mud in nineteen seventy-one
I was the acid queen of Bristol
Way before you were born
Before you were born
Before you were born….

© Chandra Moon – December 2009

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