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petitpedro
I know that this song is 11 minutes long, but damn, every time it ends I feel like more, like "come on, I can hear this all day long", every time it ends I'm back to Earth, like a bunch of emotional songs from Buckethead this one makes you feel high in some ways, makes you feel as if you were not in your body... fuck, he is like the ultimate human!
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johnTMcNeill
like a gentle stream carving its way through a canyon with a lone eagle soaring overhead in the warm October sun
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dadmompawlyk
the one that sat in the back of the class room with dialated pupils (trippy deep)
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dadmompawlyk
some great sounds trippy/sounds like hes holding back needs a better band like somethings missing?
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crimsonwolf1818
when u start discovering the limitations of ur world or rather boundless limitless
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Vicarious_Lord
This song strongly reminds me of when I was 5 years old, before my world started changing for the worst. Kinda like a state where it's a dream, a bubble that insulates you from the negative experiences that ensue; innocence.
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TheMusicalVito
Things stay this way for a good, long time. The rain falls outside, and I can very slightly hear it on the panes of the windows. At a select time unknown, my awareness heightens just a little bit. I'm still serene, but I'm less tranquilized and I'm now once again starting to think of my surroundings. This is the part of the trip where the setting around the bus finally changes, and my thoughts brood glorious images that tell of my future's immense potential. The life that I currently lead becomes even more special to me as I realize that the sky isn't even the limit. These thoughts now going through my head, I once more begin to doze. This time, however, I fall asleep. (2/2)
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TheMusicalVito
Maybe my favorite part of the entire journey is the longest. The bus silently and smoothly begins to move. One might wonder if it was even on and if the world had just turned into a slope for it to glide smoothly down. Time has resumed, and a tinted blue-green rain falls outside, coating the bus's windows. I'm not in a seat, but rather in a down comforter. The air conditioning of the bus is the only air that can successfully comfort me nowadays, and as I achieve that state of dozing perfection, I don't worry about falling asleep on this trip. This trip is mine and mine alone, and that which I do not want cannot board this vessel. Aromas gather slowly in the air; classy foods and herbal fragrances that I haven't physically experienced since birth begin to fill my nostrils, and I go into a near catatonic state of immobility. To move wouldn't break the illusion, but it feels right not to. (1/2)
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