I have always hated the lyrics to that song by Pink Floyd. Colored my view negatively on everything they have done. But boy when I first heard “Where you going with that ax Eugene” I was very impressed until the mushrooms wore off.
Speaking of bad songs and mushrooms…
Long ago having tossed down too many mushroom on our first try, we were in an orange van with no windshield roaring down a jungle road near the mushroom capital of the world Palenque, Mexico with monkeys to the left us, snakes to the right of us, running over tarantulas with the cassette blaring…
Sitting on the park bench —
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose —
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
“BUTCH! PUT ON THE BEATLES OR SOMETHING FOR CHRIST SAKE!”
Hongo