Trip To Psychedelphia Lyrics
1 Psychedelic Sneakers
It’s still the sixties in San Francisco
A g-g-generation gap in the fabric of time
Well did you miss the rock and roll side show
The band is tuning up they’re gonna play the sunshine
On the beach down by the bay
Listen to the hippie in your heart
Find a way
Back to yesterday
Find a way
I’m going cable car Hyde and seeking
What kind of place would a Human Be-In
I was Leary of the 38 Geary
Who paid the fair for the Flower Children, yeah
On the beach down by the bay
Listen to the hippie in your heart to find the way
Ready or not, Here I come
The summer of love has begun
Give me the summer in San Francisco
An all-star golden gate sliding into home plate
See you later Barry Bond
I got my psychedelic sneakers on
Summertime psychedelic sneakers
Don’t forget your psychedelic sneakers
I’m a superstar guided rainbow
Shining bright like Candlestick Park
I wear my sunshades like a halo
So I can see better in the dark
The more things change the more they stay the same
1967’s not so far away
So give me the summer in San Francisco
An all-star golden gate sliding into home plate
See you later Barry Bond
I got my psychedelic sneakers on
I kinda love Haight Ashbury’s hay day
Bohemian home run Jefferson airplane number one
Hit me with your best fast ball
I got my psychedelic sneakers on
Are you psychedelic
It’s still the sixties in San Francisco
A g-g-generation gap in the fabric of time
Well did you miss the rock and roll side show
The band is tuning up they’re gonna play just in time
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
2 Dooya Doncha
Hey now, whachu gonna do when
Everybody does it
And they all leave you out
Hey now, whachu gonna say when
Everybody says it
And you don't know what it's about
Dooya dooya dooya
Want it
Doncha doncha doncha
Need it
Wooja wooja wooja
Give it all you've got, to be so hot
And conspicuously cool.
Hey now, are you gonna chance it
Everybody's dancing
And you're just standing still
Hey now, if you're ever gonna make it out
You've gotta break out
Of the shape you're in
Dooya dooya dooya
Want it
Doncha doncha doncha
Need it
Wooja wooja wooja
Give it all you've got, to be so hot
And conspicuously cool.
You'd rather be riding in a limo
With all your stuff hanging out of the window
Because nobody notices you
In your little Subaru
Dooya dooya dooya
Want it
Doncha doncha doncha
Need it
Wooja wooja wooja
Give it all you've got, to be so hot
And conspicuously cool.
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
3 She Got Groove
She got a parking lot
That she calls a driveway
Doesn’t really matter
She never needs a car
She wears taxi fare
They all want to drive her
Traffic cop makes a stop
To see if she’s a star
She doesn’t need to go anywhere
To get to where she’s going
Wherever she is she’s already there
And you can’t help but notice
She got groove
(She got it)
(She got groove)
She got a sweater top
That she never sweats in
Changes like the weather
But never loses cool
Lipstick politics
Make up her ambitions
High heeled minefields
Blowing all the rules
She’s doesn’t need to go anywhere
To get to where she’s going
Wherever she is she’s already there
And you can’t help but notice
She got groove
She got the groove that moves you
She got the look that books are written about
The world is a dance floor
And she got groove
She doesn’t need to go anywhere
To get to where she’s going
Wherever she is she’s already there
And you can’t help but notice
She got groove
(She got it)
(She got groove)
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
4 Hey Mr. Man
I’ve seen too much of what I can’t look at
To close my eyes to the truth anymore
Justice blind as a baseball bat between the eyes
Reality hit me in the face of a child
Who was looking just to stay alive
Hey Mr. Man with your head in the sand
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your hands
Hey Sister Now with your head in the clouds
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your hands
Too much stuff in right and wrong places
Never enough too much to go around
Somebody’s always soundbiting the hand that feeds
Squeaky little hot wheel debutants
Are the only ones getting the grease
Hey Mr. Man with your head in the sand
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your hands
Hey Sister Now with your head in the clouds
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your hands
Don’t tell me that Jesus saves
While you sing Amazing Grace and stuff your face
You may be political and a liberal
But will you pass your plate
Hey Mr. Man with your head in the sand
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your hands
Hey Sister Now with your head in the clouds
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your hands
Hey Mr. Man with your head in the sand
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your hands
Hey Sister Now with your head in the clouds
Weren’t you gonna change the world
It’s in your head
I’ve seen to much of what I can’t look at
To close my eyes
Somebody’s always soundbiting the hand that feeds
Somebody, tell me the Truth
Somebody, tell me the Truth
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
5 Krazy Kamikaze
They say play it safe
But I am sick of what they said
There’s too much mediocrity
Staring me in the face
And why should I be scared
It's a ghost of chance
This haunting insecurity
Won’t get me anywhere
Don’t tell me,
Don’t tell me what I'm supposed to do
I’m wearing,
I’m wearing a brand new attitude
Gonna walk on the edge
You better run for your life
Gonna take what I want
It’s time to let it fly
I’m a Krazy Kamikaze
Don’t get in the way of my sky
I'm loaded like a gun
So don't make some hollow point
I aim to make some history
Before I come undone
This Superman disguise
Fits me better than I thought
Whoever I was yesterday
Was taken by surprise
I'm not lost,
I'm not lost like some prodigal
I found out,
I found out how to have it all
Gonna walk on the edge
You better run for your life
Gonna take what I want
It’s time to let it fly
I’m a Krazy Kamikaze
Don’t get in the way of my sky
I’m a Krazy Kamikaze
Don’t get in the way of my sky
I’m a Krazy Kamikaze
Don’t get in the way
I’m a Krazy Kamikaze
Don’t get in the way of my sky
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
6 Drowning
Don't remember what you said
But I can't forget
Time blows like a hurricane
Don't know where it went
Waves are crashing in my head
Pounding my regret
Holding on
Am I too far gone
Think I'm drowning
Under every mask I wear
Try to catch my breathe
Can't find who I really am
Lost in someone else
Made a promise to myself
I haven't kept it yet
Reaching out
Words keep weighing me down
Think I'm drowning
I'm sinking
Think I'm drowning
Don't let go
I can see the light
I can finally see the light
And this time
I won't let go
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
7 Beautiful World
I see the world with kaleidoscope eyes
And everybody looks the same
Don't see a reason to hate
Anybody at all
I hear the news in quadraphonic sound
Left and right balance out
Nobody screams and shouts
Like they know it all
Can you see what I see
Don't you wanna trip with me
Join in the caravan
Follow The Gypsy Van and take it easy
It's a beautiful world
It's a wonderful day for dreaming
Have a peace of pie in the sky on me
It's a beautiful world
It's a wonderful day for being
Free to find the love that we all need
I saw the light at Sergeant Pepper's crystal ball
And the future is looking so bright
I think I'm gonna get by
With a little help
Don't get me down I'm safe and sound
Living on the edge of insane
I left my baggage claim
At Heartbreak Hotel
I’ll meet you on the playground
We will ride the merry-go- round and round
If we get too dizzy
We'll stop for a minute and take it easy
It's a beautiful world
It's a wonderful day for dreaming
Have a peace of pie in the sky on me
It's a beautiful world
It's a wonderful day for being
Free to find the love that we all need
What if we all got along
What if wars could end with songs
Let’s do something crazy
Like feeding all the starving babies
Making sure the world's a better place for us all
It's a beautiful world
It's a wonderful day for dreaming
Have a peace of pie in the sky on me
It's a beautiful world
It's a wonderful day for being
Free to find the love that we all need
Free to find the love that we all need
Free to find the love…
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
8 Why I’m Alive
Driving around my hometown
I saw all the places I let you down
And I’m wondering why you ever put up with me, yeah
There’s that park where we had the fight
When I was so drunk I c-couldn’t talk right
So you took me home passed out in your back seat, yeah
When I was young and crazy
You were always there (when I needed somebody)
But I’ve been thinking lately
I don’t know why you care
You are why I am alive
You save my life
When I look in your eyes
You are why I’m alive
Won’t you save me from myself tonight
Save me from myself tonight
I got older but I didn’t grow up
I don’t lose my mind nearly as much
But I still make a fool of myself every now and then, oh well
Whether I’m Jeckell or Mr. Hyde
You’re still right there by my side
To help my get out of every mess I ever get in, again
I know I should have said this (I need you)
A hundred times before (or maybe a thousand times more)
No matter what I say I need you more than I can say
You are why I am alive
You save my life
When I look in your eyes
You are why I’m alive
Won’t you save me from myself tonight
Save me from myself tonight
Baby, save me from myself tonight
You are why I am alive
You save my life
When I look in your eyes
You are why I’m alive
Won’t you save me from myself tonight
You are why I’m alive
Won’t you save me from myself
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
9 Certified Beach Bum
I got sand between my toes
I got that white stuff on my nose
I haven’t worn real clothes
Since I don’t know when
Haven’t owned a pair of shoes
Since June two thousand two
But when you don’t have much to lose
Then there’s so much more to win
I’m a certified beach bum
Everybody wants some of this, yeah
Would you like to be on my list
I’m a certified beach bum
Everybody wants some of this, yeah
I’m a summer time specialist
Baby
I’m a beach bum, baby
I’m a beach bum, baby
I don’t have no bills to pay
The hardest thing I do all day
Is trying to decide which way
I’m gonna serve the volleyball
And if I dig into the net
I won't live with the regret
I haven't had a problem yet
That bothered me at all
I’m a certified beach bum
Everybody wants some of this, yeah
Would you like to be on my list
I’m a certified beach bum
Everybody wants some of this, yeah
I’m a summer time specialist
Baby
I’m a beach bum, baby
You won't ever see me (I’m a beach bum, baby)
Unless there’s miles of bikinis (I’m a beach bum, baby)
You can keep your nine to five
I've got an appointment with the rising tide
The surf is up don't so get me down
Cause all I need is a wave now
I’m a certified beach bum
Everybody wants some of this, yeah
Would you like to be on my wish list
I’m a certified beach bum
Everybody wants some of this, yeah
Would you like to be on my list
I’m a certified beach bum
Everybody wants some of this, yeah
I’m full-time fun and you can’t resist it
Baby
I’m a beach bum, baby
I’m a beach bum, baby
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
10 Skin
I want to jump out of my skin
And slip into something a little more comfortable
I want to jump out of my skin
Didn’t you say I need to be more flexible
You make me want to jump out of my skin
Make me want to jump out of my skin
Would it even matter to you
Would it even matter to you
I want to go out of my mind
Then maybe I would be a little more sensible
I want to go out of my mind
Didn’t you say I need to be more logical
You, make me want to go out of my mind
Make me want to go out of my mind
Would it even matter to you
Would it even matter to you
You, make me want to jump out of my skin
Make me want to jump out of my skin
Would it even matter to you
Would it even matter to you
I’m a caterpillar baby
And I don’t care what you say about my cocoon
We’ll square up later
Cause when I break out I’m gonna come right after you
You make me want to jump out of my skin
Make me want to jump out of my skin
Would it even matter to you
Would it even matter to you
I want to get up in your face
And tell you everything you ever did to me
I want to get up in your face
And let you know that I don’t need your sympathy
You, make me want to get up in your face
Make me want to get up in your face
Would it even matter to you
Would it even matter to you
You make me jump out of my skin
You make me jump out of my skin
If I don’t matter to you
Then you don’t matter to me
I’m not gonna let you
Get under my skin
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
11 Dynamite
Fighting fire with fire
Fighting fire with fire
Extraordinarily ordinary
Never meant to be revolutionary
Involvement was involuntary
Everything real was imaginary
Take me on a power trip
Plug me into the light
Destiny was in the dark
But I'm on fire juggling dynamite
Twist your fate it's underrated
Expectation is assassinated
Comfort zone is annihilated
By what was not anticipated
Take me on a power trip
Plug me into the light
Destiny was in the dark
But I'm on fire juggling dynamite
Fighting fire with fire
Fighting fire with fire
Take me on a power trip
Plug me into the light
Destiny was in the dark
But I'm on fire juggling dynamite
Fighting fire with fire
Juggling dynamite
Fighting fire with fire
I'm on fire
Fighting fire with fire
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio
12 The Maze
Am I awake or am I sleeping
It's hard to tell the difference anymore
I was counting sheep
but now I think they're plotting things against me
They're coming to take me away
They're coming to take me... away from myself
When I was a little boy
I misplaced my favorite toy
Couldn't find the nerve to look under my bed
Now they say I am a man
But I still can't find the plan
Hiding somewhere in these mazes in my head
They're coming to take me away
They're coming to take me away
Closed my eyes on the roller coaster ride
(But the gravity of the situation
Exceeded all his expectations)
Ran to the fun house to ease my mind
(Somewhere in the smoke and mirrors
He got lost and could not clearly)
See the way out anymore
(He's just a sheep who lost his way)
Somebody please show me the door
(He's just a creep who really should be locked away)
They're coming to take me away
They're coming to take me... away from myself
Living here inside the maze
Every turn is just a phase
To go through until you finally reach the dead end
And they come and take you away
I will not go quietly
I'm not gonna lay down and die
Go ahead and take your best shot at me
Can't see through the haze
Everything is cloudy now in the maze
I will not go quietly
I'm not gonna lay down and die
Go ahead and take your best shot at me
I'll leave you in a daze
If you try to find me in the maze
Please wake me up if I'm not sleeping
There's a different knocking on the door
So don't count on me
I think they're here to take me away...
Words and Music © 2007 by Aub Delane Robertson and Ponco Satrio