Santa Cruz Lined Pockets - kay kay and his weathered underground

When you look the sky what faces do you see?

I see myself looking back vicariously

Through dream machines

Deep in my wanderlusting pockets I brought ecstacy

Blow our minds baby let’s blow our minds

I know we’ve got the awful bee sting blues

That’s what flashing red and green hues

Will do to you

I left my soul in an electric church basement

That’s why I’m clouded with divine invasion

A lot of shit happen underneath the waterline girl

Float on down in my hands

And when you come on down

I hope you’d like to stay around

Into strange possibilities

The darkness in my mere being if only glimpsed peripherally

Well, it’s wild but we can see so clearly