a sequel to Grace Slick's Jefferson Airplane classic "White Rabbit"
lyrics:
Gate Gate
One pill makes me happy
and the other makes me tall
with the third pill, pretty baby,
I don’t feel anything at all.
The first spliff has me laughing
the second makes me cry
but the third one lulls the difference
between you and it and I
I’m so tired of our thinking
I am done with fear and pain
don’t wanna watch out for the weather
just make peace with sun and rain
I’m so tired of those beings
of those persons of those names
candles burn for Krishna and Jesus
see myself in every flame
One pill makes me happy
and the other makes me tall
with the third pill, pretty baby,
I don’t feel anything at all.
and I was sure I heard Grace singing
felt her presence everywhere
from her smile a joy was springing
free of lust, free of dispair
Oh I hear the master laughing:
I won’t tell you who you are
now I cry from joy discovering
that I’m my own avatar
and I’ll sit here numb like stone
thinking is a game of fools
gone all the way, gone home
reality is not the truth
One pill makes me happy
and the other makes me tall
with the third pill, pretty baby,
I don’t feel anything at all.
Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha
