Jorma Kaukonen Radical Sleep
Well, my dream girl from Manarus, Said her name was pain; Her body was a cloud, And her best friend was her vein. We're leanin' on a wall, Slidin' into night; Ready for a fall to paradise; I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride; She was back at misty dawn, She was back.... Well, my China country girl, Was feigning phoney sleep; Repulsing eyes that look of all evil, Ran so deep. Well now leaning on a wall, Sliding into night, Ready for a fall to Paradise; I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, She was back at misty dawn; She was back at misty dawn. Well, now my pale blue girl; From Bankok, ahhh; Turned blue in the moonlight; Face full of chills, From eternity's lovelight. We're leaning on a wall, Sliding into night, Ready for a fall to Paradise; I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, I gave her radical sleep, A rocket to ride, She was back at misty dawn; She was back She was back at misty dawn. 1984 Copyright Relix Records
