The Amorphous Androgynous - In The Summertime Of Consciousness (05:44)
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Lyrics:
I'm lying on the floor
and the clouds are spinning drunken
Catarwalling across the evanescent sky
I know it's the summertime of consciousness
But my mind is sunken, drunken
By years of your conditioning
So I will try to peel the layers of the onion that lies
Still inside me
To where I'm nothing but friendly Mr. Bluesky
In the summertime of consciousness
A pretty girl in a summer's dress
She's nothingness, pure emptiness
In the summertime of consciousness

Have you ever seen the sun
In the summertime of consciousness?
In her eyes you will see
Love that melts and sets you free
Let the breeze past, the sun rays come
Let life dance on it could be such fun
In the summertime of consciousness
A pretty girl in a summer's dress
See the Buddah cats, the Buddah bees
The Buddah dogs and the Buddah trees
A pretty girl in a sweet caress

Notes:
One of the strangest tracks the group have ever released, In The Summertime Of Consciousness is pure mad psychedelia, switching between ethnic flutes, jazz sax + bass and baffling hippy storytelling. A love or hate song, but hard to forget.
Gaz Explains: "What would it be like living in a world of conscious enlightened people where equal emphasis was placed on spiritual progress as well as on technological progress? 'In The Summertime Of Consciousness' poses these questions and arrives along the way in a world of multi coloured splendour of 'buddha cats and buddha bees with pretty girls and pure emptiness' - double bass slaps and a saxophone lysergically lifts the dreamscope into a halcyon summer's afternoon reverie while Gaz Cobain delivers the Donovan-esque/Syd Barrett like cosmic poetry 'I'm lying on the floor and the clouds are spinning drunken catarwalling across the evanescent sky' Yes it's psychedelic missus!! The slight underpinning menace which hovers beneath the surface throughout then shards into a dark abstract sonic beat schizoid jazz workout at the end by which time you get the distinct impression that all would not be quite as perfect as expected 'in the Summertime of Consciousness'??"

Credits:
Written by Cobain/Dougans. Produced by The Future Sound Of London.
Glockenspiel, piano and rhodes by Mikey Rowe. Electric guitar by Stu Rowe. Saxophone and flute by Ben Owen. Drums by Tim Weller.