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 fed us dreams
From the city’s singing stairwells to the 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