To Each Their Own Till We Go Home
I heard “Turtles All The Way Down” by Sturgil Simpson again this morning. Even if country music hadn’t died under a corporate
bootheel and now lives only vegetable existence thanks to twangy, second-rate
pop singers, this would still be a kind of perfection.
TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWN
I've seen Jesus
play with flames in a lake of fire that I was standing in
Met the devil in
Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lions’ den
Met Buddha yet
another time and he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that
God is there every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend
Says my son it's
all been done and someday yer gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to
have some fun showing warmth to everyone
You meet and
greet and cheat along the way
There's a
gateway in our mind that leads somewhere out there beyond this plane
Where reptile
aliens made of light cut you open and pull out all your pain
Tell me how you
make illegal something that we all make in our brain
Some say you
might go crazy but then again it might make you go sane
Every time I
take a look inside that old and fabled book
I'm blinded and
reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky
Marijuana, LSD,
psilocybin, and DMT they all changed the way I see
But love's the
only thing that ever saved my life
So don't waste
your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales
of blood and wine
It's turtles all
the way down the line
So to each their
own till we go home
To other realms
our souls must roam
To and through
the myth that we all call space and time
