The Pipe Song
by The Pagan Love Cult inc
Words & Music by Neil Pike ©1997

This is the wattle, the symbol of our scene.
You can smoke it in a bottle or eat with harmaline...
Walk on water, walk on light,
welcome to the edge of sight or might have beens.
Cresting on a wave of fate,
eternity served on a plate of in-betweens.
Most of what you see's perception,
All the rest is largely self-deception.
Dust within or light without
and sometimes only dreams can make you shout.

Woke up and I was feeling free,
so I reached for a branch on the wattle tree and it was not too bad.
Kaleidoscopic forest crown,
Jewelled web upon the ground, I'm feeling glad.
Most of what you see's reflection,
All the rest is largely self-deception.
And all the truth you need to see
is written in the bark of every growing tree.

Na-nah na-na-nah-nah na na-nah na-nah na-nah etc...

And all you feel and all you see,
all you think might set you free is a looking glass.
Beyond all sense of time and space,
reality is a fractured grace and a twirling path.
Can't you see that light's reflective
most of what you know is quite subjective.
And everywhere you go you choose,
and what you think is certain you'll most surely lose.

Na-nah na-na-nah-nah na na-nah na-nah na-nah etc...

Woke up and I was feeling free,
so I reached for a branch on the wattle tree and it was wonderful.