Skunk Weed and Patchouli

The Illbient Rockabilly Fusion Kicks Off With Jangling Acoustic, Upright Bass Slaps, Brushed Snares, Spry Handclaps, And Spirited Acoustic Leads, Verses Strip To Breathy Spoken Word Over Dry Electric Piano, Choruses Bloom With Reverb-Washed Group Vocals, Claps, Layered Whispers, And Swinging Drive, Low Synth Pads And Illbient Pulses Swell Tension Between Sections, Building To A Droning, Shadowy Bridge, The Outro Fades To Minimal Dry Piano And Close-Mic Spoken Word, Ending On A Crisp, Tight Rockabilly Cadence

Verse 1
Up a crooked road past the county line
Where the pines lean in and the stars shine bright
There’s a little shack with a crooked wood sign
Painted peace signs in the porch light

Wind chimes sing when the evening rolls
Moon comes up through the valley cool
That’s where the locals all quietly know
You’ll find Skunk Weed and Patchouli

Chorus
Skunk Weed and Patchouli
Incense burning in the mountain breeze
She’s got candles on a cedar table
He’s got something if you ask politely

Colorado moon, tie-dye sky
Old pickup truck with a Grateful Dead sticker
She sells soaps and lavender oil
He sells something just a little bit thicker

Yeah everybody knows that little booth
Down at the county fair in July
Where Skunk Weed and Patchouli
Keep the whole town feelin’ high

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Verse 2
She makes candles in mason jars
Lavender sage and honey pine
Says it calms your soul and heals your heart
And she swears by the power of thyme

He just leans in a folding chair
Watching clouds drift through the blue
Got a grin that says don’t ask loud
But if you whisper… he might help you

Chorus
Skunk Weed and Patchouli
Floating through the mountain breeze
She’s got handmade soaps and dreamcatchers
He’s got something in a jar for your knees

Colorado sun, barefoot road
Wind through the ponderosa trees
If the world gets heavy on your mind
Take a ride up to Patchouli

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Bridge
County sheriff drives on by
Tips his hat like he don’t see
Long as nobody causes trouble
The mountain keeps its secrets free

Some say they’re saints
Some say they’re fools
Some say they’re just two hippie ghosts
But when the harvest moon comes rising up
That’s when the whole town shows

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Final Chorus
Skunk Weed and Patchouli
Smoke curling through the mountain air
Tie-dye dreams and mason jars
And a crooked peace sign hanging there

Colorado night, stars so bright
Music drifting through the pines
If you’re lookin’ for a little peace
You’ll find it up past county line

Yeah everybody knows that little booth
Down at the county fair in July
Where Skunk Weed and Patchouli
Keep the whole damn town… feelin’ high

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Verse 1 Up a crooked road past the county line Where the pines lean in and the stars shine bright There’s a little shack with a crooked wood sign Painted peace signs in the porch light Wind chimes sing when the evening rolls Moon comes up through the valley cool That’s where the locals all quietly know You’ll find Skunk Weed and Patchouli Chorus Skunk Weed and Patchouli Incense burning in the mountain breeze She’s got candles on a cedar table He’s got something if you ask politely Colorado moon, tie-dye sky Old pickup truck with a Grateful Dead sticker She sells soaps and lavender oil He sells something just a little bit thicker Yeah everybody knows that little booth Down at the county fair in July Where Skunk Weed and Patchouli Keep the whole town feelin’ high ⸻ Verse 2 She makes candles in mason jars Lavender sage and honey pine Says it calms your soul and heals your heart And she swears by the power of thyme He just leans in a folding chair Watching clouds drift through the blue Got a grin that says don’t ask loud But if you whisper… he might help you Chorus Skunk Weed and Patchouli Floating through the mountain breeze She’s got handmade soaps and dreamcatchers He’s got something in a jar for your knees Colorado sun, barefoot road Wind through the ponderosa trees If the world gets heavy on your mind Take a ride up to Patchouli ⸻ Bridge County sheriff drives on by Tips his hat like he don’t see Long as nobody causes trouble The mountain keeps its secrets free Some say they’re saints Some say they’re fools Some say they’re just two hippie ghosts But when the harvest moon comes rising up That’s when the whole town shows ⸻ Final Chorus Skunk Weed and Patchouli Smoke curling through the mountain air Tie-dye dreams and mason jars And a crooked peace sign hanging there Colorado night, stars so bright Music drifting through the pines If you’re lookin’ for a little peace You’ll find it up past county line Yeah everybody knows that little booth Down at the county fair in July Where Skunk Weed and Patchouli Keep the whole damn town… feelin’ high

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