Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
There'll be no smoking in the gas chamber.
I use to live in a room full of mirrors, all I could see was me.
Music is Magic. Magic is Life
I have to get involved in my own kind of way 'cause I always want to respect my own judgments. I have to respect my own time.
Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.