My Epitaph

If you don't question everything, you will know nothing and believe anything!

Original Lyrics




Peace of Mind
William Dewey Loudermilk

What has happened to all the people we used to know?
Have their façades melted like the spring melts the snow?
Can they smile at a stranger that they pass on the street,
or is their insecurity so great no one new they chance to meet?

Does it bother your mind that people are so unkind?
Is it just a game, telling you that you’re still sane?

What has happened to all the people we used to hang around?
Have they found their happiness on the other side of town?
Can they smile every morning when they look in the mirror, 
or crossing that fine line of sanity do they draw nearer?

Can I take the time to find my peace of mind?
Will I really lose the race, if I set my own pace?

What it all comes down to is how do you spend your time?
Do you try to live your life or try to escape your mind?
Can you buy your happiness in all of your worldly things?
Is the sparkle in your eyes as bright as the diamonds in your ring?

Does it bother your mind that people are so unkind?
Is it just a game, telling you that you’re still sane?

Can I take the time to find my peace of mind?
Will I really lose the race, if I set my own pace?



War Is a Racket
William Dewey Loudermilk
Denotes parts taken from ** Marine Corps General Smedley Butler’s 1935 book with the same title as this song.*

The soldier stands on red alert waiting for the dodger’s call
when it’s made he’ll board that plane and fly halfway around the world
as he enters into that zone his family won’t sleep well at home
scared to answer the knock of the door for fear their boy is no more
every night you know they’ll pray to hold their son again someday
in the flesh not a name on a wall they want they son to come back whole
remembering when war was a game 
but that was the backyard and this ain’t the same
Back then the battle was done when mothers called for their sons
now the guns are made of steel the bullets fly and the bullets kill

Our war machine can make so much before the generals have to strut our stuff
to prove to world we’ve got the upper-hand by how many ways can we kill a man
*What does it profit the masses? 
What does it profit the men who are killed?
What does it profit the men who are maimed?  
What does it profit their mothers and sisters
their wives and their sweethearts? 
What does it profit the children?  
What does it profit except for the very few to whom war means huge profits?
Yes, and what does it profit the nation?*
This is why war is a racket

Years ago before man when dinosaurs ruled the land
they couldn’t stop what was their fate, can we save ourselves with our hate?



Sphinx
William Dewey Loudermilk

Alone he stands in the middle of the sand  slipping through Father Time’s open fingers
forever unanswered his question still lingers

As he fights off years of erosion he is waiting for the next mental explosion
wondering when will come the day the next brave one will stand and say
“I’ve seen enough to solve the puzzle”, but fearing the future I wear my muzzle
Oedipus had his lucky guess, he answered enough to pass the test
but he failed to explain, just when was the rain?

Across many, many frozen miles, is that his long lost brother’s red smile
with the Observer throw off course are omnipotent powers showing no remorse
Through the lens I see a blur, reflecting back a plant’s the cure
Oedipus had his lucky guess, but can mankind pass the test?

Is it all as it appears, are we the secret of our fear?
With our intelligence will we reach the end? Is our technology  really our friend?
or do the answers lie within
Now if I’m blind then why can I see?  It all makes too much sense to me
a thought is all I have to boast, but it’s uncertainty scares me most

I know! I know! I know the answer!  Four, two, three it’s easy to see
the answer is man, but we must understand that our hatred is held too close at hand
it started with the fruit and was complicated by loot
cast out of Eden by woman’s treason and the Savior gave in to our desire to sin 
when he changed the water to wine then he sealed our fate in time
If we want to survive, we must forget how to lie 
and give trust to the power, the beauty of the flower

Ancient architects had a plan but what is the future of man
Can we build monuments that last? like they did in our forgotten past
and just what did they know, was it a white powder of gold 
or did crystal help them construct all the world’s monuments?



I Thought
William Dewey Loudermilk
Repent cried the Pope over a pile of coke and the masses tried
Who is this man I can’t understand interpreting for God
And in the Sistine the Nuns look pristine but one day the roof with fall
Because the Altar Boys have become the priest’s toys and no one asks why
Faith can be strong but religion is wrong think of all who have died
In the name of their god they rot under the sod I thought God is Love
The Church it seems has tarnished the dream of Heaven above

In the personal hell of his prison cell the T.V. preacher cries
As his cellmates prize he is sodomized he is paying for his lies
So when the struggle and strife of your boring life have long taken their toll
So you listen to him preach about sin caused you’re worried for your soul
But like the Conquistadors in their quest for gold committed genocide
If the greed of man is Christ’s plan show me where to hide





Bastille Day
William Dewey Loudermilk

Living in cell fifty-nine, living here until I die
it won’t be long with my death sentence 
for only trying to earn my pittance
we were so poor that we couldn’t take any more
stealing bread to stay alive for this crime I have to die
sleep tonight I don’t dare can you feel the tension in the air
the secret’s abound tomorrow there’ll be no crown
Heads will roll! Can you hear the guillotine call? 
Royal blood will fill the streets, Marie quiche the new Paris treat
on to Versailles and the Hall of Mirrors
knowing damn well that Louis fears us
Count de Money he tries to bribe, but pissboy cuts short his pride
the greatest sight i’ve ever seen the blade cutting through the queen
under the knife the King shall die a noble peasant will wear his hide
it could be hard and we might fail 
but we’d rather die and burn in hell
time will tell who will pay 
fighting forward we shall run the revolution has begun
Bastille Day, Bastille Day, Bastille Day, Bastille Day
Revolution, Revolution

And we will follow Napoleon until all of Europe we have won
then to the Giza plateau searching for what man used to know
he may be exiled, but it will only be for a little while
as we wait for his triumphant return 
because conquest is what we yearn
it could be hard and we might fail 
but we’d rather die and burn in hell
time will tell who will pay 
fighting forward we shall run the revolution has begun
Bastille Day, Bastille Day, Bastille Day, Bastille Day
Revolution, Revolution


My Last Breath
William Dewey Loudermilk

So many times, in so many ways I fumbled for the right words to say
and when they came the time was wrong  now I’ll only have you in this song
So many times I tried to explain but you were only playing your games
How many times have you broken my heart why must love be a poisoned dart?

I wanted your mind your heart and your soul I wanted us to grow old 
it may never come to pass but I’ll love you ‘til my last breath

So many times your smile’s warmed my soul but without you I feel cold
how many ways have I missed you I can’t count them all but it’s true
So many times you’ve been in my dreams but when I wake up alone I feel to scream
maybe someday we can start from scratch but I know I’ll never get the chance

I wanted your mind your heart and your soul I wanted us to grow old
it may never come to pass but I’ll love you ‘til my last breath




World of Regret
William Dewey Loudermilk

Welcome to the world of regret choices of today you can never forget
some of the decisions you’re about to make will show themselves to be a mistake
so weigh each option carefully because hindsight is twenty-twenty

So look through the lies to see what is true and make the best decision for you
But to play in the stars you must ride the light I know it’s not an easy life 
when your dreams escape out of sight

So welcome to the world of regret the choice for your future you have met
But you’re willing to piss it away because you dreams of tomorrow are clouded by today
Your life might be full of misery open your eyes and see

So listen, girl, because some of us know you better plan your harvest before you sow
the world is but an oyster and I’m the only pearl you could have had it all someday
but you’re still but a little girl

Regret is such an ugly place add to it your face



To the Ends of the Earth
William Dewey Loudermilk

Am I real?  Am I real? 
I can think and I can feel but still my life seems so surreal
run for months until I must rest and even then I’m put to the test
to cram all I can see into my life just like a dream

Who are you?  Who are you?  
To treat me like I don’t exist because I’ve lived the life that you missed
you’ve got your office, computer too, but I’ll just take the ocean blue
‘Cause life is all about freedom, no wonder I choose to run

Colorful coral and beautiful fish, such a great Christmas gift
mountains rising from the sea, and glaciers calving in front of me
Run, run, run to the ends of the Earth, looking for the spot to surf
I love how my life has come and I hope you like this song, but ...

I don’t care!  I don’t care!
What you think of me, because I want to be free
Expand your mind for a riddle to solve, but leave me alone because I want to evolve
but your way of life is destroying my home, and that is something I can’t condone

So join me my brothers for our global cause
and maybe we’ll find the universal God
the powers that created reality and gave me my mind so I could see
that we are faced with a choice, for the future I am a voice
but the path is hard for we must change for the future is not the same
I dream of life, love and peace, not of death, destruction and greed

What is next?  What is next? 
For us to evolve, we’ve got some problems to solve
Pollution, corruption and greed, when was the last time you felt free?
Or are you just a slave, to that dollar until your grave?

Am I real?  Am I real?




Offshore at Dawn
William Dewey Loudermilk
Sitting by the water’s side watching the ebbing tide 
I don’t know but I can hear the barreling of my fear
Broken wings can fly no more Crash and burn upon the shore

Lying by the waterfall quietly I hear you call
rousing me from my sleep your shining eyes I wake to greet
and I don’t mind your waking me with all this beauty to see

Watching the sun rise, with my friends by my side
Another day has begun, another place I’ve seen and done
I hope it lasts another day, but war profiteers must pay

As the sun sinks into the sea, one last wave to the beach
to join my friends around the fire, to laugh and eat and of course get high
sit and laugh but not for long, it should be offshore at dawn






At the Beach

William Dewey Loudermilk

There are few things that can compete with a day spent at the beach
the sun, the sand, the salt in the air, beautiful women are everywhere
Four to six foot with offshore winds, paddling out with my friends
and when it’s all said and done, another day spent having fun

Ignore the fools in their cubicles
preaching that fun is futile
when they’re dead and their wealth out of reach
they’ll wish they spent more time at the beach
                         
Maybe one thing your life has been missing, have you ever gone squirrel fishing
The first one I caught I made it rag-doll, I was laughing so hard I had to fall
so even if the waves are small, or even if there’s no surf at all
fun times are within reach, spending more time at the beach

Cause when it’s all said and done
Life is best when you make it fun
So laugh and learn and love and teach
and spend more time at the beach

I’ll tell you now what I believe is the truth, why it’s eye candy not eye fruit
Eye candy might look like your type, but eye fruit is only sweet when it’s ripe
So like it or not, bikinis are the rage, even if they only they hide is the age
so if you are ever left in doubt, go grab your board and paddle back out

Cause when it’s all said and done
Life is best when you make it fun
So laugh and learn and love and teach
and spend more time at the beach




Make Your Dreams Come True
William Dewey Loudermilk

There are times when you must go alone and times when I can follow
One thing I have to say is don’t put your dreams off until tomorrow
For tomorrow may never come and yesterday is gone
So live your dreams out today under the shining sun
Our dreams are one of the few things that we can truly own
You can always take your dreams with you when you pass on

So dream big, dream beautiful
Dream of a life of time well spent, dream to your heart’s content
Dream of tomorrow but cherish today live it and love it come what may
Dream of the world in all of its grandeur, Dream of a world where Love is the master
But beware to lose you dream is like being put to pasture
So chase your dreams like a rainbow and you’ll find more than a pot of gold
Chase your dreams when they are new, chase your dreams until they are through
But only by the chase can you make your dreams come true



she cries (Kary’s Song)
william dewey loudermilk

she cries revolution because she wants her freedom
the right for a choice unite now for a loud voice
loud enough to be heard if we scream loud enough we can change the world
I know that she is right join together for the upcoming fight

The change should be peaceful, no blood should spill
but who knows the future when hatred has control
with one heart we can show that love is the way
but urgency is upon us we must start today

She cries revolution and I know it’s the only solution
if you want the freedom to chose united we stand or we’re destined to lose
so fight for pot, fight for peace and fight to be free
but why should we have to fight to defend our liberty

The change should be peaceful no blood should spill
but who knows the future when greed has control
with one mind we can teach that pot leads to peace
with our vote we can topple and return power to the people

She cries revolution against the waste of our consumption
reduce, reuse, recycle can you give up your car for a bicycle?
live a life of love and respect before we have no home left
let us focus on the future before the end is here

of all the species we have the distinction 
we can change how we live or create our own extinction
waste not want not kary always says 
we have the choice evolution or death




Wit’s End 
William Dewey Loudermilk
A foreign sound comes through the woods the thrill of laughter is quite good
and i wish that it would strike me soon instead of raving under the moon
the foreign sound is quite clear releasing me from my fear
I want it to come to me because I know it can set me free
but i don’t want to wait there is no time to hate

i am at wit’s end and i don’t know where to begin
once the ice is melt then the pain is felt
i am standing at a junction and must go my own direction
outcast i have become turn from the darkness and run

now i’ve learned the foreign tongue my heart feels the sonne’s warmth
i can make it another day because I have chosen a different way
all your material items will rust and decay therefore i choose a spiritual way
all that I really desire is a beach, a board, a babe, a bud and a lighter
because i want to live my life with a permanent smile

I was at a fork in the road perpetual youth or grow old
so i’ve chosen to stay stoked my spirit cannot be broke
I was standing at a junction and i chose my own direction
i chose to run and now i call the earth my home

i was stoked to move back to where i could surf 
so i was riding my bike to the gym to go for a swim
but then from out of nowhere my life took a turn
an old woman never saw me and broke my back instead


I Cry
William Dewey Loudermilk

So I cry revolution and I pray for evolution
if we all learn to see the truth then all their secret signs and symbols 
will lose all their occulted power the time is now this is the hour
if you agree it is worthy of the fight rise up now or lose the rest of your rights

the change should be peaceful no blood should spill
but I’d gladly give up my life for a principle
it’s now or never open your eyes and see
I demand my liberty even if it kills me




The Deepest Love
William Dewey Loudermilk

When I hold you in my arms and lightly trace your sexy curves
I fall in love deeper, girl, ‘cause I know I won’t get burned
When I feel your vibrations underneath my fingertips
and I don’t know where we’ll go but I know we’ll find bliss

Everyday I hear I hear you call when I’m hours away from home
and I can’t wait to se you there, and get to play when we’re alone

I love how smooth you feel when I caress your neck
and I can tell you love me, too, by the sounds that you make
you’re the one that was made for me and mine you’ll always be
no other man will take your hand without killing me

And I don’t know what it is when I feel your shape from behind
why is it when I’m with you you always blow my mind?

I love how in a second your moan turns to a scream
and after you wear me out tonight, I know I’ll have good dreams
and I get hot every time I hear the calling of your voice
but some people can’t understand, to them you are just noise

To me you are all and more, very much a part of me 
I love you now as I loved you then, by my side you’ll always be


Whatcha Gonna Do (Part One)
William Dewey Loudermilk

Whatcha gonna do when Wall Street goes bust and we all learn the truth about the CIA and drugs?
Will it burst your bubble, will it split open your cocoon, or will you be prepared because its coming soon?

Whatcha gonna do about CIABCNNBCBS and FOX, is the freedom of thought worth the advertiser’s cost?
Do you expect them to teach you how to use your brain?  Will you be prepared if the future is not the same?

Whatcha gonna do when the Zionists are exposed?  Will it be a crime to ask if Israel is our FOE?!
Have you heard the name of the martyr Rachel Corrie?  It’s my patriotic duty to never forget the USS Liberty!

‘Cause I believe the sailors who lived through the attack, that Old Glory was flying from the top stack!
So whatcha gonna do now you know these facts, will you scream enough we want our liberties back?

Lucke Summer Daze
William Dewey Loudermilk

I’m not too fond of winter, because it gets too cold
Springtime makes me feel young at heart, but by fall I’ve gotten too bold
But by my friend Jon’s calendar, summer can last four hundred days
His last name is Lucke, he’s a fungi, and I love those Lucke Summer Daze
Absurd this story may appear, but I swear it is no lie
I know the witnesses personally, or I saw it with my own eyes
Aurauric was our meeting, like rats who’ve escaped their maze
and we both know when life beats you down, that’s when you really need to play

And if you go in with an open mind, you might find yourself amazed
with stories that defy description, of those Lucke Summer Daze
oh, those Lucke Summer Daze when my soul needs to play
I love those Lucke Summer Daze, when my soul needs to play

I’ll start with what I didn’t see, but only with what I’ve heard
like camping Easter weekend with Joe, Sunday they thought they were alone in the woods
but then a lone man arrives, and takes a neighboring site
he then proceeds to impose himself on their night
now Joe is ‘shroomin’ too hard to speak, but not Jon Lucke
He talks for hours and shares his ‘shrooms and weed
but when the topic turned to work that left Jon dismayed
he learned he initiated a preacher into those Lucke Summer Daze

Cause if you go in with an open mind, you might find yourself amazed
with stories that you can’t describe from those Lucke Summer Daze
Oh, those Lucke Summer Daze, when my soul needs to play
I love those Lucke Summer Days, when my soul needs to play

Now it bummed me out to miss that one, and here’s another where I couldn’t be there
Camping again this time with Stephanie, at a Renaissance fair
Now that preacher drank his shrooms from a bottle of vodka that was meant for me
But I never even got one shot or dose thanks to my friend Jon Lucke
Back to the story of the Renaissance fair and what our hero did there
the preacher must have blessed what some devil soon would curse
because up walks some satan dressed fool to the drum circle
Lucke laughs and tweaks the devils horns and he says that he’s not afraid

Cause with a last name like Lucke he can never lose the faith
that things will work out if you play nice, so he always plays nice
“If you play nice, you’ll always win” Lucke always says
and I believe him with what I’ve seen of those Lucke Summer Daze

Now if you don’t believe that Lucke exists, there is little else I can do
but maybe a little Lucke exists deep inside of you
Lucke exists and I swear it’s true, because I’m the sanest guy he knew
that’s enough to leave me amazed with all our Lucke Summer Daze
It all started thanks to Terrell and Paul who recognized friends who needed to meet
When I walked in I saw familiar faces, and was introduced to Jon Lucke
I never guessed that aurauric night we’d have so many plights
so many adventures lost in a haze of all those Lucke Summer Daze

Cause I will rush in with an open mind and I’ll never be afraid
like Lucke charging downhill going where he shouldn’t go
throwing caution to the wind his first time on a snowboard
Double concussed with a smile on his face lost in a Lucke Sumer Daze

One Sunday he dropped me off, with all the gear at six mile
I inflated the raft and began my wait, with a beer and a smile
the water was too high for Blues to run a bus, so by the time Lucke showed up
I was happily drunk and ate the shrooms to sober up
we plunged in to race downstream when the water was so fast
what usually took six hours only took three, just Lucke and me
Hauling out to skip stones, forgetting to get high
that we saved to sit on a car, stuck in the river side
Cause if you go in with an open mind, you might find yourself amazed
with stories that you can’t describe from those Lucke Summer Daze
Oh, those Lucke Summer Daze, when my soul needs to play
I love those Lucke Summer Days, when my soul needs to play

Then there were all of our bus trips, eating the shrooms when we got on
my bike would ride on the front of the bus and Lucke carried the Sector 9
Then I’d tie a rope to my seat and toe Lucke all over town
Not a cop in the city would care what we were doing there
But we were shroomin hard in IMAX 3-D followed by chasing a deer
back to Animal Control in downtown Indy, but Animal Control disappeared
then I’d toe him to Pott’s porch, well over five miles
 but it was worth it every time to see Lucke’s truest smile

Cause with a last name like Lucke he can never lose the faith
that things will work out if you play nice, so he always plays nice
“If you play nice, you’ll always win” Lucke always says
and I believe him with what I’ve seen of those Lucke Summer Daze

I love those Lucke Summer Daze when my soul needs to play
I love those Lucke Summer Daze, when my soul needs to play




Whatcha Gonna Do (Part Two)
William Dewey Loudermilk

Whatcha gonna do if you learn the truth about man’s past?  The oldest, most accurate calendar says this age won’t last!
The Americas were civilized before the Andes were made, as much fun as sex is there’s more than just getting laid!

Now whatcha gonna if the Egyptians were right?  That one-eighth of your body was composed of light!
Creative God can it be all just a lie, or does marijuana as a sacrament help open the third eye?

Whatcha gonna if Jesus was right?  That if thine eye is single the body fills with light!
Modern Bibles misquote the Lord in Matthew 6:22, by making eye plural the truth is obscured!

‘Whatcha gonna do about your own pineal gland, the seat of your soul, the third eye of the evolved man?
Can you open it wide and radiate your love, for all the co-created, on Earth as above?

Whatcha gonna do about your chakra system?  Can you move to your heart from the base ones you’re stuck in?
Because the Heart of Heaven and the Heart of Earth are connected by a green light until sounds vibrates it blue.





Reclaim the Rainbow
William Dewey Loudermilk

The tunnel’s dark but there is a light
keep on running it’s fight or flight
the enemy is nipping at my heels
all too clear now the danger is real
don’t stop to rest or look around
the darkness will knock you down
everything is growing dim
who committed the mortal sin?
Stop and turn and make your attack
before it all fades to black

Deep down inside your soul
is a candle can you feel it glow?
Kindle it with your mind
radiate it, make it shine
of this light become the master
because it is what the enemy is after
don’t let this light grow dim
forgive yourself for your sins
cause once it’s out there’s no going back
don’t let your soul fade to black

Don’t fade to black but burst to white

feed that candle for your life



let your light turn to red
but don’t keep it there or you’ll be dead
raise your red up into orange
and begin to feel your heart’s warmth
lay back, relax, and be real mellow
as that orange becomes yellow
but these are just the first steps of our goal
to RECLAIM THE RAINBOW

Reflect that yellow off your sea of green
radiate your heart to all living things
for when that love is finally true
sound will vibrate your green to blue
and blue will turn to indigo
when comes a purity of thought
but violet is not the final stop
just the last color of this octave
join me for this our common goal
let’s RECLAIM THE RAINBOW!!!





Rainbows ‘Round the Moon
William Dewey Loudermilk

Diving deep into the night passing the clouds to see the light
Minds are racing faster, faster, faster, showing your mind who is master
Swimming through the Sea of Tranquility wishing that you were here with me
Bring it on the time is right let me see the colored light
of the rainbows, rainbows ‘round the moon
Rainbows, come and rescue me soon
Rainbows, rainbows ‘round the moon
Rainbows, can’t appear too soon

Balloons are filled taking time helping me escape my mind
Into new dimensions I shall go just bring me back in time for the show
Searching for the mother lode desperately trying to implode
But bring it on the time is right let me see the colored light
of the rainbows, rainbows ‘round the moon
Rainbows, come and rescue me soon
Rainbows, rainbows ‘round the moon
Rainbows, can’t appear too soon

Mother Earth she grabs ahold she won’t let me be so bold
as to leave her lovely face for somewhere off out in space
Crashing down i’d rather be dead than have to be alone in my head
But bring it on the time is right you only have but one life
for the rainbows, rainbows ‘round the moon
Rainbows, come and rescue me soon
Rainbows, rainbows ‘round the moon
Rainbows, can’t appear too soon



S.M.I².L.E. for the Doctor
William Dewey Loudermilk

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out
It’s still what the future’s about
So what does the caterpillar see when it looks in the sky
does it fear the flight and folly of the butterfly?
Does the caterpillar sing the praises of the tree
as it hungrily chomps away at the leaves?
Caterpillar morals don’t apply to the butterfly
Don’t get stoned to the Earth get higher in the sky
It’s okay to evolve past the terrestrial hive
and claim the DNA birthright of a greater life
It is our destiny to return to outer space
Take a sacrament to free your mind, to break free from the game
Timothy Leary was a genius and a prophet
so turn on, tune in and drop out

The owners of the game called control
were afraid Dr. Leary would free the people
so they set him up time and time again
because he wanted the opportunity to use his own brain
Until finally a kangaroo court
sentenced him to twenty years for two joints
The psych tests he took for prison bore his name
so he got minimum and beat them at the game
Timothy Leary had some time to plan his escape
Hand over foot he crossed a wire out of jail
then the Weathermen Underground furnished a ride
and took him to Detroit from where he’d seek asylum
Timothy Leary was a genius and a prophet
so turn on, tune in and drop out

They shaved him bald for a disguise
He looked so straight no one would think he got high
to test it out they went and saw Woodstock the Movie
a fugitive of the law cried during the Star-Spangled Banner
To Algeria, Dr. Leary flew to seek sanctuary
but this time the prison guards were the Black Panthers
They controlled his life; had him on house arrest
They taxed his friends out of their money and hash
They had to keep him from getting around
because he’d get the support of the Algerians
So the High Priest took off for the Swiss Alps
to be enslaved to a gun-running gangster in exile
Timothy Leary was a genius and a prophet
so turn on, tune in and drop out

So from a third world Black Panther police state
to the luxury of a man running guns for the CIA
his new jail was one of luxury
and he had the time to learn to ski
But facing extradition in a Swiss jail
He’s cornered into signing a contract for bail
and if you read Diary of a Hope Fiend
notice the copyright is not Dr. Leary
Timothy Leary continued to run to Afghanistan
where he was finally kidnapped by the man
then taken to Folsom to a solitary cell
they thought they’d teach him and put him in hell
Timothy Leary was a genius and a prophet
so turn on, tune in and drop out

But they didn’t know that the brain and mind equal two
and they left him alone with the smartest man he knew
He developed his theory that evolution has a plan
Infinite life exploring space is his vision of man
If he knew how it’d go after 1960
I wonder if he’d do it again and take his first trip
the mushrooms in Mexico on summer break from Harvard
took a psychologist and made him a High Priest Shaman
A scientific atheist caught a glimpse of the divine
he found an opening in the eternity of mind
He tickled his mind from deep inside his brain
and realized it was all but a game
Timothy Leary was a genius and a prophet
so turn on, tune in and drop out

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out
It’s still what the future’s about
Caterpillar morals don’t affect the butterfly
don’t get stoned to the Earth get higher in the sky
It’s okay to evolve beyond the terrestrial hive
and let our DNA claim it’s right to a greater life
Evolve ourselves to really use our brain
and create an entirely new game
Do the morals used before the cocoon apply to the butterfly?
It is the nature of man to want to get high!
Like Socrates he was imprisoned for speaking the truth
Like Socrates he tried to turn on the wisdom of youth
Timothy Leary was a genius and a prophet
so turn on, tune in and drop out






Whatcha Gonna Do (Part Three)
William Dewey Loudermilk

Whatcha gonna when the oil runs out?  Maybe it’s abiotic, maybe it’s the planet’s blood?
Will it kill our host if we remain a parasite?  Will it help us evolve if we become a symbiote?

Whatcha gonna do when the world becomes clear and you see how control is gained by keeping you in fear?
But with love as the motivation of every thought and deed, there’ll be no shadows left to harbor hate and greed!

Whatcha gonna do when love changes the world?  It’s just a stepping stone before the DNA unfurls.
Whatcha gonna do if time is a false dimension, that fades away upon death, or ascension?
And whatcha gonna do if I meet an untimely, suspect demise?  Will you demand the truth or believe the lies?
If I die for speaking my mind I really don’t care.  But, if I must die for being myself I hope I am a martyr!




Migration
William Dewey Loudermilk

Forever moving onward, no time to sit still; 
Surfing for infinity through time’s window sill
Shiny marbles made of light, millions more are well out of sight
Eyes meet across a crowded room, absorbing into a vacuum
The Milky Way is such a treat, but 1000 points of light litter the street

I hope we aren’t the only chance!
Can we prove our intelligence?
Destroying all we’ve been given,
in our attempts to build Heaven!

We rape and clear and tear asunder, hope for the future I must wonder
Acres and acres of nature’s splendor have been paved under
All is built from the blue-print plans, but is it defamation to the land?
Is it too late to save our host, or is she in her death throes?

Why do we try to be so coy
When all we are is just someone’s toy?
We need to celebrate all our gifts,
Join me now for our daily spliff!

If we are part of Generation X, are Y and Z all that are left?
Will time continue on, or is 2012 a new dawn?
What do we need to be ready to line up with the heart of the galaxy?
Learn and perform a new set of chores, and Please Use the Evolving Door!!!

Round and Round and Round we’ll go
Where we’ll end up Heaven knows
But the calling is in my bones
It is time to migrate on

As those forces destroy our nation, let’s prepare for a mass migration
Mutate yourself inside the cocoon by consciously entering your mind’s womb
Don’t let your soul get captured! Awaken your Light Body for the Rapture!
What if we all made that choice, and dampen all the destructive noise?

Would it change the score?
And eliminate the need for war?
Let us prove our love
And open up to the true heaven above!

Now here’s a game for your mind: really, really think about time!
To the ancient world time was a cycle, or maybe more accurately it was a spiral
So consciousness will surely live on, past 2012’s new dawn
A cycle or spiral means we’ve been here before, so Please Use the Evolving Door

Round and Round and Round we’ll go
Where we’ll end up Heaven knows
But the calling is in my bones
It is time to migrate on

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