Far far away, behind the rum doodle mountain, far from the unknow countries , there live the milodon in his cueva.
Alone alone,
all all alone,
alone on a wide wide see
and never a saint took pity
of my soul in agony
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
Vieni, c'è una strada nel bosco, Il suo nome conosco, Vuoi conoscerlo tu?
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
