[Intro — 72 BPM, hazy psychedelic guitar, reversed guitar swells, distant male whisper, vinyl crackle] (uhhh…) (you ever wonder if the smoke is smoking you?) The ceiling's breathing again… and I think it knows my name. [Verse 1 — lazy blues-rock groove, deep bass, loose drums, half-spoken stoner vocal] I woke up sideways in a room I don't remember, Sun on the floor but the clock says December, Coffee tastes like gasoline and thunder, My left shoe's gone and my right one's under The bed with the thoughts I was trying to forget, A little green prophet sitting on my cigarette, He said, "Boy, don't worry, you're doing just fine," Then the bastard winked and stole my last dime. (Wait… what?) (Where'd the walls go?) [Pre-Chorus — tempo gradually accelerates, guitars bend upward, vocals becoming increasingly manic] I hear a hum underneath the hum, Something's coming but I don't know from where, My shadow's laughing at the things I've done, And there's purple electricity in the air… [CHORUS — HUGE psychedelic soul explosion, slower feel, thick harmony stack, distorted baritone lead] I'm going down… but I ain't falling, I'm floating through the cracks in the sound, My mind's gone sideways, my soul keeps calling, While the whole damn universe spins me around. (Ooooooh…) (around… around…) (Am I awake?) [POST-CHORUS — instrumental melts into dub bass + psychedelic guitar, vocal chopped into rhythmic fragments] WAKE… WAKE… WAKE… …up… [Verse 2 — suddenly double-time funky hip-hop groove, bass-forward, rapid playful delivery] Now I'm walking through a grocery store Like I own the moon, Talking to a watermelon 'Bout the dark side of June, Cashier says, "Sir, you okay?" I said, "Define okay," She said, "You're holding a broom." I said, "Then why's it singing my name?" (BROOM-A-DOOM!) (Hold up…) I got a pocket full of mushrooms And a head full of weather, Three bad decisions And they're all friends together, My brain hit a bong And the bong hit back, Now I'm arguing with a pigeon About the nature of jazz. [BREAKDOWN — everything abruptly stops except low heartbeat and whispered vocal] Don't move. [pause] Did you hear that? [pause] Neither did I. [whispered harmony] But something heard us… [INSTRUMENTAL CHAOS — psychedelic rock → funk → dub → distorted blues → brief orchestral swell → silence] [Bridge — dreamy falsetto layered over acoustic guitar, then progressively distorted] Maybe we're not lost… Maybe we're exactly where we're supposed to be… Maybe the road doesn't go anywhere… Maybe the road is me… (hmmmmmm…) [BUILD — drums return one element at a time, bass grows enormous, guitars spiral upward] One little spark… One little thought… One little doorway that shouldn't be unlocked… [CHORUS — MASSIVE, emotional, psychedelic rock-soul; add choir and octave harmonies] I'm going down… but I ain't falling, I'm floating through the cracks in the sound, My mind's gone sideways, my soul keeps calling, While the whole damn universe spins me around. (Spin me!) (Spin me!) (Ooooooh…) [FINAL VERSE — completely unexpected lounge-jazz groove, brushed drums, upright bass, deadpan vocal] So I sat down with the universe Over tea at half past three, She said, "You ask too many questions." I said, "You started this with me." She smiled like a comet, Lit another little star, Then whispered, "You're not crazy… You just haven't gone far." [FAKE ENDING — music fades completely] … [Whisper] Hey. … You forgot your brain. [FINAL EXPLOSION — full band returns, psychedelic guitar solo, huge drums, distorted choir, bass saturation] [FINAL CHORUS — progressively faster and more chaotic] I'm going down! BUT I AIN'T FALLING! I'm floating through the cracks in the SOUND! My mind's gone sideways! THE WHOLE WORLD'S CALLING! And I don't wanna come back down! (OOOOOOOOH!) (LET IT BEND!) (LET IT MELT!) (LET IT GO!) [OUTRO — tempo collapses into slow psychedelic drone, distant guitar harmonics] The ceiling's breathing… I'm breathing… We're breathing… (hmmmm…) [whisper] …goodnight.
