memoriesearthquakesandflashes:
echoingyourphilosophies-deactiv:
A Stevie Nicks poem/note, date unknown
Make of this what you will—
So I’m back to the velvet underground, back to the good times that I love, to a room with some tanqueray, and what goes with it, back to the air field, that I love, to the gypsy, in pain, withdrawal is a bummer, it’s all the same
Where are we now, I don’t know, I don’t know, I guess we were just attracted to the yellow brick road, and we always loved the idea of “Oz,” or “are we going there? I’m late, you know! (I know!) or I’m late, I’m late for a very important date
Stevie’s first acid trip.
Right?