Read the lyrics by Steppenwolf, and then think about something.........
I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
What you are now to think about is this............
I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
(I like Dreams of my Father, I'm programed by the sound
The music they use puts me in a trance
All it says to me I believe
Wherever it takes me on wishes from here)
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
(You don't know the Barack we found
Come with me little America On the Manchurian candidate ride
You don't know the things we see
The fantasy of Barry, Barack and me
Close your eyes America
Delude yourself America
Let the wish take you away.)
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found
(In my intervention I held a Muslim bong
I wished upon that smoke so Barry could stay
But before the drug could answer me
A psychiatrist came and too the bong away
I looked around, and a lousy joint is all if found)
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
(Barry, Barack and me
Are the fantasy
Which will set you free.)
What are the odds of a psychedelic trip song could record in a melding of dimensional outcomes the Faustian Nostradamus existence which became the transitional point that created Barack Hussein Obama in the unctions of Bill Ayers?
How many more duality clues are in this realm of artists touching the matrix they do not know?
Note* This blogs discovery and posting long ago of western artist Frederick Remington drawing a photo of a Cavalry Officer in the last 1800's who looked exactly as John Wayne in riding a horse as he did in the John Ford Cavalry movies like She Wore A Yellow Ribbon?
Obama's character in Doll House.
What is hidden if one is inspired to look.
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