Psycedelic Postcard - The Flower Kings

The world is all in the hands of the Juggler

He knows where ever the wind blows

Girls collecting their shells on the sea shore

And soon the King’s at the door

Bicycle riders, they’re flying so high on the grind

The tournament sliders

Smalltown Cowboys just surfin' the stars of the Grill

Another cheap thrill in the night

Send me a postcard from land of the Loonies

Send me your greetings, the drop outs will tune in

Naked horses they scattr the shells to the wind

And danc on the graveyards

Arabs sealed to the cave of the Golden Charade

Now slaves to the shiver

Cigarrette ceilings, this curious feeling

The Joker was more than a smoke in the jar

Siluettoes of Small Red Corvettos

The Prince and the Priestess, the Speed fetschettos

Makers, bakers

Rainmen they dance the mountains top twilights

Shakers, quakers

Mother Earth sleep with one eye open wide

Diggin' so deep but your senses are lost in sleep

You’re out of control child

You’re so funny when Sandman went kissing you

Every wizard needs his dreamdust

Slowly burning, your secret of journey

Keep it clean in the dream machine

Blue Marina, Kaleidoscopina, waterwell deeple dug

Sweet Amorphina

Send me a postcard from land of the Loonies

Send me your greetings, the drop outs will tune in

Send me your dream, one more to believe in

Send me a dream, realities lost and unseeen

My mind’s eye still can see

Can’t take that away from me

In my mind’s eye I’ll be free

Freedom believer, freedom deliver