Текст песни: Terence McKenna + перевод

The eschaton, the past is before the future on it’s knees

Begging for a culmination, a grand cessation, a pandemic disease

For behind the lines of now the flesh turns putrid and bitten by fleas

Itching at sores bitching and moaning

Counting all the missing teeth

Looking at a complex vortex of synchronicity

Looking for a hexagram, tossing coins, consulting the I Ching

It’s all so Freudian this slip and slide of symbolic imagining

The master martial artist baits the hook with good posture and a wedding ring

With a common sense well polished by some irradiate garçon

We all sit cross-legged on the floor drowning in a pure sine-wave tone

Don’t you care about magic

For God’s sake don’t you care about your soul

Don’t you care to learn about what the ancients used to know

Looking at your palm lines, star signs looking at yourself in the mirror

And you begin to wish your clairvoyant visions were not as clear

Well you cracked your fortune cookie

Which shook the cosmos wide

The candor of your consciousness was gleaming in your eye

And in a Volkswagen Beetle you downshifted your gears

And the paradigm went with it

And a foghorn was wailing in the air

So you lifted your hand to your ear

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