Purple haze all in my brain
Sailed my Laser last Thursday, I can't complain
Capsized once, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I eat this pie
Purple haze all around
Crazy wind, I sailed up and down
Am I happy or in misery?
Whatever it is, Joe Rouse put a spell on me
Purple haze all in my eyes
My legs were straight, my vang was tight
It was blowin', blowin' twenty knots, what a grind
This stuff sure was easier when I was in my prime.
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[slips on headband, snaps fingers, and takes a toke as he sings along...] rofl
Did Tillerman spent too much time in Electric Ladyland?
I am from the 60's. I cannot deny it. You had to be there.
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