Shulgin

You know that my life is full of cheap surprises

I’ve got to get off of the grids

It’s as if these algorithmic freaks don’t know who they’re fucking with

I’ll take the voice they try to drown out

Past every haunted town house

To where the merry breezes live

Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life

His name was Shulgin

If only you could stay a dozen days in my life

When the dying day is done…

How I wish that you could stay another day in my life

I see your silhouettes, shining in the setting sun

They blame you for the dust that fеd us dreams

From the city’s singing stairwells to thе suburbs and the schemes

Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life

My life, my life

The loud raucous rooms, ceiling sweat and next day doom

It all leads back to you

Come on, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life

It all leads back to you…

Shulgin

10 billion blue mondays

An unbroken stream of one-night love affairs

For every thousand babies, 15 funerals

In the compound there’s a culture

Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life

Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life

Cos I can feel that everafter coming through

And it all leads back to you

So what comes to the tongue when the dying day is done?

I see your silhouettes, shining in the setting sun

Ain’t you the best one out, bar none?

If life’s a riddle with a song in, all the best ones sound like longing

And how I long to be with Shulgin

Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life

How I wish that you could stay another day in my life

Of off Shulgin’s plate, I will take the bait

And to Heaven’s Gate, we can levitate

Come on, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life

His name was Shulgin