Beads and Beards

Beads and beards are nothing weird They underscore a life of leisure There is no more counterculture feared Than the arrival of sensual pleasure Beads are worn around the necks And beards are worn on the face Unless you’re a billy goat Or a creature with a carapace Beads and beards are nothing weird They underscore a life of leisure There is no more counterculture feared Than the arrival of sensual pleasure But while beads can be cleaned Can knowledge be gleaned? Or is it just a phantom fragment Illusory or dreamed? Beads and beards are nothing weird They underscore a life of leisure There is no more counterculture feared Than the arrival of sensual pleasure And if beards can be sheared Than your dreams aren’t what they seem… Nothing is how it appears L.S. Deed and we enter this slipstream We enter the slipstream Beads and beards are nothing weird They underscore a life of leisure There is no more counterculture feared Than the arrival of sensual pleasure Follow your beads Into the depths Wherever they may lead Will lead you all the way Will lead you all the way Will lead you all the way Beads and beards are nothing weird They underscore a life of leisure There is no more counterculture feared Than the arrival of sensual pleasure