Jimi Hendrix Acid Trip - Sombir

Shooting down some of those airplanes you been riding Especially the ones that'll fly you too low. Shooting down some of those airplanes Especially the ones that'll fly you too low. Come back down to earth my friend Come on back, come with me. We all made it through the night time baby Now let's greet the rays of reality. With the power of soul Anything is possible. With the power of soul Anything is possible. Flyin' so much with one toy, babe It's an escape to a far away land. It's so groovy to float around sometimes Even a jellyfish will tell you that. I said flotation is groovy but easy. Even a jellyfish can relate to that. Yeah, but that old jellyfish been floatin' so long and so slack Lord, ain't don't got a bone in his jelly back. Floatin' everyday and every night, ridin' high Even if there's a risk, sometimes the wind ain't right. With the power of soul Anything is possible. With the power of soul Anything is possible. With the power of soul Anything is possible. With the power of soul Anything is possible. With the power of you Anything that you want to do.

Hey Izabella Girl, I'm holding you in my dreams every night Yeah, but you know good well baby You know we got this war to fight Well, I'm calling you under fire Well, I hope you're receiving me all right Hey, Izabella Girl, I'm fightin' this war for the children and you Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby All this blood is for the world of you All your love So I hope you save your love, baby Then I know the fightin' is true, hey Hey, Izabella It' on the rays of the rising sun, here they come Well I got to back out there and fight now baby I can't quit til the devil's on the run On the run baby So keep those dream comin' in strong Soon I'll be holding you instead of this machine gun Hey, Izabellad Ahh, sweet lover Spill all my blood for you Love me baby, hey

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to radio station EXP Tonight we are featuring an interview with a very peculiar looking gentleman who goes by the name of Mr. Paul Caruso On the dodgy subject of are there, or are there not flying saucers or UFOs? Please Mr. Caruso, please could you give us your regarded opinion on this nonsense about spaceships and even space people? Thank you As you all know, you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you? Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way But, but, but... huh... I don't believe it

There goes ezy, ezy ryder Riding down the highway of disire He says the free wind takes him higher Tryin' to find his heaven above But he's dyin' to be loved Dyin' to be loved He's tellin' me livin' is so magic He says a day is forever so he clames He's talkin' about dyin' it's so tragic baby But don't you worry about it today, we got freedom comin' our way Freedom comin' our way Come on do you They key is going to last Get more gas See all the lovers say do what you please Gotta get the brothers together we got to be free And got to try to make those guys, I think i see me a freak Hey, mororcycle mama, you're gonna marry me? Haha And i'll be stoned, stoned, clear as day Love comin' in like crazy Stoned crazy Stoned crazy baby Whoooo! There goes ezy, ezy ryder Riding down the highway of disire He says the free wind, takes him higher Searchin for his heaven above But he's dyin' to be loved Dyin' to be loved Yeah Because ezy ryder baby Ezy ryder Tryin' to find the highway Ezy ryder Ezy ryder Ezy ryder Etc.