Aliceland from Lonely Streets by Weeping Mist

ALICELAND

WHEN THE RABBIT COMES TO THE ALICELAND, HE’S GOING TO ASK HER
WHY THE FOREST IS BLACK
AND ALICE IS GOING TO BE SCARED FROM THE VOICE THAT COMES
FROM THE FOREST, AND BLOWING ALL THE TREES
BUT THIS VOICE IS CALLING ME

THE GRIEF AND SORROW FALLING THROUGH THE WATER AND THE RAINBOWS
NEVER COMES AND MOUNTAINS ARE SMALL INSIDE THIS LAND…
BUT ALICE IS COMING BACK
AND SHE’S COMING, SHE’S COMING, SHE’S COMING BACK
AND SHE’S COMING, SHE’S COMING, SHE’S COMING ALWAYS BACK
AND ONE MORE TIME FALLING INTO THE TRAP…

BUT ALICE KNOWS THAT SHE HAS TO FIND THE SUN
NOTHING IT WAS REAL INSIDE THIS WASTING LAND
BUT ALICE IS AFRAID OF THE GHOSTS OF THE PAST…

ALL THESE YEARS, THE TEARS, THE FEARS ARE FIRE AND BURNS
PAPERS, NEEDLES, WEAVE YOUR FAITH, LIKE THE SPIDER THE WEB
YOU HAVE TO RUN AWAY, AND TRYING TO SAVE YOUR SOUL
BECAUSE THE MUSHROOMS, IS MAGIC, AND PURPLE, AND MAKE YOU SO SMALL
AND ILLUSIONS WITH DRAGONS AND FAIRIES THEY COME FROM THE DARK
FOLLOW THE RABBIT HE KNOWS TO BRING YOU IN THE SUN

AND FIND THE TRUTH AWAY OF THIS LAND…

• Rock
• garage
• garage-Texas 66
• garage-psych-mood-o-delica
• garage-psychedelic
• psych
• Athens