Garden of the Astral Voyage

POKED'N STROKED BUT I STILL DIDN'T HEAR NO wiwo haha HUMM, wunderbar why wOE HUMM wa wi wa wa They are drifting, they are morphing Endless patterns in the sky These strange visions, they are swirling I see you, I hear you Oh, teach me how to fly DINAH-MOE HUMM DINAH-MOE HUMM WHERE THIS DINAH-MOE COMIN' FROM DONE SPENT THREE HOURS AN' I AIN'T GOT A CRUMB FROM THE DINAH-MOE, DINAH-MOE, DINAH-MOE FROM THE DINAH-MOE HUMM   I GOT A SPOT THAT GETS ME HOT AND YOU AIN'T BEEN TO IT I GOT A SPOT THAT GETS ME HOT AND YOU AIN'T BEEN TO IT I GOT A SPOT THAT GETS ME HOT BUT YOU AIN'T BEEN TO IT I GOT A SPOT THAT GETS ME HOT BUT YOU AIN'T BEEN TO IT 'CAUSE I CAN'T GET INTO ITThey are drifting, they are dada Endless patterns wu wi wa These strange visions, they are swirling Oh, teach me how to fly The oscillators warp the space, oh Endlessly they weave and chase, uh Through 9D air, the drones embrace, yeah African echoes, wild and laced, ai In Bosch's garden, they expand, huh Psychonauts drift, a spectral band, yeah Frequencies mesh, in layers, entwined, woah With Dali's clocks, they melt and bind, uh Zappa's humour, in the beats we find, yeah Through The Wall, to The Dark Side, aligned, ai Beatles' walrus, Morrison's ride, huh In Bosch's Eden, our senses collide, yeah Patterns phase, hear the cosmic choir Out of body, minds catch fire Droning labyrinth, it's an audio maze We're the astronauts, in the garden ablaze With dada rhythms, we're surfing through days 9D travel, where the psyche plays