Jumble Sale

Every morning I wonder indefinitely
Who and where I'm supposed to be.
On the important issues I'm hesitating,
Like on which colour I should be meditating.
I'm concentrating on the stones and the runes
Like Mick'n'Keith and the Electric Prunes.

Envy us cruel and lucky ones,
Our sights on our kaleidoscopic suns.
We are free from all you Christian bums;
The Church of England's forgotten crumbs.
Bread and wine is all you get.
We've got acid, don't forget.

Someone told me they've declared a Jihad
But I don't know what that means so it can't be that bad.
Dharma and karma is all that I know
So don't you dare tell me I haven't got that long to go.
I feel sad, for all of you haven't a clue,
So I think today's colour is gonna be blue.

A mate of mine told me that I could get by
On a pure and simple natural high.
But there is no way I will abandon this,
Cos I'm far from simple and need my bliss.
Why do these preachers act so kind
When misery is ultimately all they'll find?

Entities, let me sit on the stove.
Beings, allow me to die in a grove.
Give me a monument in the evergreen trees,
And please have my feet placed on my knees.
Someone once told me they thought I was strange:
If I wasn't so loving, I'd have their face rearranged.

Some bloke once said it was cool to wear flowers
But what's the point when they die within hours?
And someone once told me I'm sick in the head
Cos I was so one with "IT" that I pissed in my bed.
There's nothing wrong with me at all
And I pity you blind and perverted fools.

I wanna have a kid before my face gets wrinkled,
And on its glowing head stardust will be sprinkled
In its baptism of fire, air, water and earth-
Cosmically a star from the moment of birth.
A Chinese guy said I should include wood,
But my astrologer told me that it was no good.

Tomorrow I'm going on a shopping spree
For anything labelled with the mantra "Free".
My mother told me there was nowhere to go.
I said "You're agnostic, what the hell do you know?"
And I'll buy a CD that issues no sound,
Cos your senses are useless when your soul's above ground.

There are nymphs and pixies and druids and elves,
And they're not just confined to the books on our shelves.
You can see anything on the astral plane.
Pack your emotions and taxi down the brain.
Destination:Nirvana, through the cushioned air;
And hopefully we'll meet somewhere in there.