Let's Eat Some Time, Baby

April Fools Day is perhaps the most appropriate time to post my oldest extant piece of writing. I composed the song "Let's Eat Some Time, Baby" in July 1971 while I was living on SE Stark St. in Portland, Oregon. The song satirizes the "we'll all find Enlightenment via chemicals" mindset that was so prevalent in America in the late 60s and early 70s. It was to be part of the repertoire of an early 70s band called Random Variables that was to have made its mark in the wake of the great LSD resurgence I predicted would take place in the summer of 1973. But alas the suits in the music business gave us disco instead. So much for my predictive powers as a futurist! But I still think it's a kick-ass song:

Let’s Eat Some Time, Baby

Let’s eat some time baby
Eat out your conscious mind
Let’s eat some time now now now honeychild
You’ll never know just what you might find
Don’t be afraid that you can’t do it
There is really nothing to it
Just eat some time girl and bend your mind
Turn it right into the loving kind

Well they’re tripping in Austin, in Denver and on the Bayou
In Tucson and Ann Arbor and in New York City too
Oh yeah from Boston to L.A.
Everybody’s tripping a-U.S.A.

As I was motorvating into my brain
I dropped mescaleen and I smoked ibogaine
My head spun round
My body slumped down
And that’s when I heard that buzzing sound
Mescaleen, why can’t you be true
Oh Mescaleen, why can’t you be true
You done started back doing those things you used to do

So let’s trip again like we did last summer
Let’s trip again like we did last year
Do you remember when we really blew our brains out?
Let’s trip again, tripping time is here

Let’s eat some time baby
Come with me and melt away
Let’s eat some time baby
Hurry, hurry, let’s do it today
Don’t be afraid that you can’t do it
There is really nothing to it
Just eat some time girl and bend your mind
Twist it right into the loving kind