Preferred Band/Artist: BlackByrd
In the middle of the dream,
least wakeful memories
twist your seams,
least the ill wind of mischief blows.
Hold onto this world’s fair grace,
Hold on to the sweet times,
And how they taste,
Slip up the smoke stream,
slip up the smoke stream,
to a brighter light,
To the brighter light
of life ...
Turn on the purple,
turn out the light.
Shudder, Baby,
with my delight.
Slip up the smoke stream,
slip up the smoke stream,
to a brighter light,
To the brighter light
of life ...
Dance on the ceiling,
spin on the floor.
Clap your hands if you want more,
stamp your feet,
open up the door,
If you want more,
If you want more ...
Slip up the smoke stream,
slip up the smoke stream,
to a brighter light,
To the brighter light
of life ...
Hold the moment,
reach for the light.
Shudder, Baby,
Shudder, Baby,
with my delight!
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