Tuning in to section thirty-three
I see your face emerging from the top of the screen
Tied up with another asian bombshell
Approximately twenty-four AD
I felt your yellow presence hanging over me
But off you slithered downward like a centipede
Twisting off another reject head like me
Baby would you be my guru
Meanwhile in another part of time
Down deserted streets doing capital crimes
Committed to his meat he's a real gone guy
Spinning through your gyroscopic slide
Saddle up girls let's go for a ride
Taking turns with the boys in the band
Turning me on with your stranger strangeland
Baby would you be my guru ... be my guru ... be my guru
Baby would you be my guru ... be my guru ... be my guru
Viewing you through telescopic eyes
Squeezing you down to microscopic size
Don't worry man they'll never take you alive
Just let me know when I've finally arrived
Baby would you be my guru ... be my guru
Oh Baby could you ... be my guru
credits
from the Virgineers,
released December 8, 1999
written by Bruce Lash & Ken Zawacki
This is totally insane pop psych on par with piper at the gates of dawn (well almost).insane lyrics on par with syd's lyrics.catchy,trippy bazaar .a true MASTERPIECE of it's genre. It comes with a hoax claiming to be authentic sixties. !!! paul rote
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024
Much as the mystical whisperings of acid folk oft evoke fancies of mist shrouded woods and meadow blooms swaying in a breeze in my mind, I don’t care much for the underlying dark taint of despair and sorrow herein. However, I was eager to research some of these artists. I wouldn’t have bought this if I’d known beforehand I’d be supporting the disgusting music of a blasphemer by the name of James McKeown. Most of his ‘music’ is sick and evil. Like the poor soul on this cover. 5/10. Alrihkh