Drop Out of Life with Bong in Hand: the SLEEP thread

[washing machine]

At least the lyrics are fun.


To beyond the farthest star
From earth now disembark
Stoned
Calibrates for deepspace
Inhaler of The Way
Leaves the earthly day
The cannabis allegiant

Nebula breathes
As separateness recedes
Flies
Horseless chariot electric
Over mountains of the moon
In Rosinante cocoon
Over gulf celestial

On Iommic run
With the smoke-filled lung
The craft now proceeds
Through Cygnus leave some weed
From lighthouse he takes heed
Stay the high road

[washing machine]

One of the best Uber rides of my life was nearly 4am after an especially long night at work. I didn’t want to talk to anyone and I prayed that my driver would be a quiet one. He had The Sciences on and I acknowledged that I liked it. The only thing he said the whole ride was “have you heard...this?” Then he proceeded to crank up Leagues Beneath. It was a meaningful connection through mutual silence and riffs.

I still think about this ride. Even before the thread bump.