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released February 8, 1969

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Track Name: Snow Tunnels
"Snow Tunnels" by Chonk

the simplest things seem infinitely complex
when you dissect them with your mind
take the time to look inside
close your eyes and take a ride
fractal designs morph, warp, and divide
turn inside out and intertwine

snowflakes falling in your brain
your head is a mountain and your heart is a train
but I don't want to ride alone
been a long, long time that i've been on my own
I jump into her eyes and I'm at home, home
on and on and on we roam . . .

so you think you can comprehend
a pattern with no beginnin' or end?
can you find an equation
to put a lid on the infinite?

Specks in a droplet crystalize
Blow open the clouds fill up the sky
She burrows tunnels in the snow
Just to see if she can find a lawn to mow
Her eyes are a beacon when they glow, glow
On and on and on we go

the diffuse reflection of the spectrum of light
makes a clear snowflake appear white
you might as well be a snowball in hell
if you're gonna veg out your whole life
Take the time to step outside
climb up a tree trunk that you find
feast your eyes on the wrapping vines
Stare up at the stars, look back in time

snowflakes fallin', frozen rain
your head is a mountain and your heart is a train
but I don't want to ride alone
been a long long time that i've been on my own
I jump into her eyes and I'm at home, home
on and on and on we roam...
on and on and on we roam...
on and on and on we roam...
on and on and on we roam...
Track Name: Blood! (with The Ghostfiddler)
Blood!
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Track Name: Pinecone
Spiny and spirally
Sappy and fiery
Pinecones (pinecones)
Our bodies felt warm beside the flame
Crunchy and pokey,
ya burn them they're smokey
they're pinecones (pinecones)
The ash in the air spelled out her name

And they twist, and they roll
and they'll conify your soul
Found a pinecone, that was glowing through the scales
Was a hell of a ride when we dared to crawl inside
All colors and visions whizzin' by
And the alien sang
In a cozy southern twang
"Embrace love,
Everything else is a shame"

Awoke in a flurry,
We left in a hurry
That pinecone (pinecone)
I thought we had left it in the snow
Got back to our pad
She reached her bag
There's that pinecone (pinecone)
And it's glowing even brighter than before

And when we jumped in
Pine needles poked our skin
Burning tree sap enveloped us alive
But before we could cry
Demon birds pecked out our eyes
We were sure that we'd met our demise
Then the alien said
with a pitchfork to our heads
Return the pinecone
or soon you'll both be dead

Woke up in a terror
We realized our error
That pinecone (pinecone)
Belonged in the woods, that was its home
And so we returned it
And then we burned it
The pinecone (pinecone)
Turned to ash
As the fire warmed our bones

(Instrumental)

As we kissed in the night
we knew the alien was right
Embrace love
but don't hold on too tight
Track Name: Home Is Where The Car Is
Home is where the car is
It's never far it's under the stars at night
I roam just like a gypsy
Been gettin’ ripped see in' all the sites
Hula girl shakin’ on the dashboard
Where did you learn to shake so nice
Starin’ deep into that hula girls eyes
She started singin’ about her home on the Kona side
Next thing I know there's a semi comin’ head on
I swerve just in time to fly off into the sky
Off the rocks, past some trees
Through the clouds, straight up into the breeze
Yeah, cruisin now, God knows where
But I'm with my little hula girl way up in the air
I said a Hooooooooooo

Home is where the sky is
Cause that's where I is
In my CRV
My phone began a'chimin
My buddy Simon wants to talk to me!
But I ain't tryin to die today
Talkin’ on the phone while driving just ain't safe
Ttyl…. I'm busy man!
Diddlin' that hula girl with my free hand
Just then... a gust of wind.. blows like hell
throws me into a spin
Into a spiral down toward the ground
Oh shit that's water! Hope I don't drown
The Pacific Ocean is mighty cold
But the cars air tight and I'm ready to go..
And I say, Hooooooooooooo

Home is where the where the car is
Down with the starfish
where the sun don't shine
I roll slow with my high beams
Lickin on an ice cream
Looking for a sign
hula girl playin a tune so sweet
Don't even mind that I can't feel my feet
She moves toward me, batting her eyes
Puckered up her lips, imagine my surprise
When a giant tentacle popped out from the black
Wrapped around my car and threw us both right back
Onto that good ole trusty HWY 1
Keep driving north and watch that settin' sun
The moral this story folks, I ain't sho'
But I'll... keep a blowin down that dusty road!
Beep beep, a-hoooooooooooooo
Track Name: River in the Sky
On this soaring path of wetness
I beg forgiveness
to the atmosphere I witness
It’s blowin’ all my troubles down the line
But they’re never far behind me
And in fact sometimes they blind me
But I’ve got this voice inside me
And on this ride, she’s giving me advice

We’re on the same boat but
we’re going nowhere
and nowhere ain’t no place to ride
instead of rowin’ nowhere
let’s take a leap
into this river in the sky

This water runs fast, can’t see the bottom
and the comfort of a home, man, at least I got one
I’m goin’, I’m goin’, to this rivers edge
Scary if I do, deadly if I can’t
Doin’ all the wrong things now
Doin’ all the wrong things now

She told me don’t be scared
I asked her why
Sink to the bottom, and you’ll fly!
Guess that makes sense
on a river in the sky
Guess that makes sense
on a river in the sky
Guess that’s all right
on a river in the sky
Track Name: Blah blah blah
Head full of propaganda
All I hear is blah blah blah
Head full of propaganda
All I hear is blah blah blah
I can’t hear a word
I’m singin’ la la la

(whistle solo)

Self serving dogma
All I hear is blah blah blah
Self serving dogma
All I hear is blah blah blah
I can’t hear a word
I’m singin ’ la la la

I know what you hate
But what do you love?
I know who you hate
But who do you love?
You say what you ain’t
But who are you, love?

(extended whistle solo with grunting)

Head full of propaganda
All I hear is blah blah blah
Head full of propaganda
All I hear is blah blah blah
I can’t hear a word
I’m singing’ la la la
Track Name: Late for Time
Late for Time


Time isn’t linear, but the mind is
tryin’ to find a way to escape the line desire
to expand yr scope, i know
i’ve caught a glimpse and there’s reason to hope it’s true

this life is a dream from which we can rarely awake
but we ain’t separate from that which makes up this whole shebang
So don’t be afraid of that deep unknown
it won’t be unknown for long, you know
and your divin’ in fasho’

Ooooooooooooooo

Let the waves and the wind
Wash over your skin today
’Cause your safe, and you’re in good company

You’ll never run out of stories to tell
but sooner or later you’ll run out of time to tell them
So tell them now, tell them true
Tell them everything you thought you know you knew this time

We’re morphin all the time, through beginnins and ends
It’s never still, and time it won’t cease to spin into that wild wind
So don’t be afraid of that deep unknown
it won’t be unknown for long, you know
and your divin’ in fasho’

Ooooooooooooooo
Track Name: Memphis Blue
Sun settin' on that old Mississippi
Gears spinnin’ and I’m feelin’ trippy
Nothin’ left on this little ol’ mind but you
Totally forgot my appointment
I did not apply my ointment
but the pain that I’m feelin’ ain’t in my duds

Cause even though you’re near
sometimes I miss you even when you’re here
and these sheets feel cold without you in my arms
with the beer and the weed
it’s a mighty big hole to feed
but just one drop of your special love
is good enough, is good enough...

Memphis, Tennessee, she's mighty pretty
So why am I gon'a sit around feelin’ shitty
Let the whiskey and reefer rattle my bones tonight

Cause even though you’re near
sometimes I miss you even when you’re here
but Beale street just don’t smell the same without you dear
and the beer and the weed
it’s a mighty big hole to feed
but just one drop of your special love
is good enough, is good enough 4me

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