Lyrics

Hey Mr. Ramapithicus,
Come and have a drink with us
And let us discuss,
The questions of the mind

Can all that we be,
Simply existential anomalies
Does life sing just a Filler song,
Between the primordial and the grave

As I ride down Mulberry Street.
Looking at all the people I meet
Searching for dandelions in Bloom

Like the tantric senses that stir my thoughts,
Are our dreams nothing more than chemically wrought
And our breath nothing more than Empirical dust and doom

Hey Mr. Ramapithicus,
Come and join us on the bus
As we travel to what once was,
In relative time

Is 18 billion years,
Long enough to create our hope, our fears, our dreams
Can the quantum matrix hold,
The answer for the longing of our soul

As I ride down Mulberry Street,
Looking at all the people I meet
Searching to find their tune

Like the supernova dust that has formed my eyes,
Has The Maker woven a beautiful surprise
To cloak it inside an esoterical cocoon

So, Mr. Ramapithicus
come play your tune,
For you know that all too soon
The earth will call us all into her womb

But within this tailor-made tapestry,
Is there a greater singularity
That even tomorrow
can never consume

As I ride down Mulberry Street,
Everyone in a futile rush,
all the people I meet,
here on my bus