Magic Mushrooms

I was going to school over in England in 1979
Where I ate some magic mushrooms with some friends of mine
They’re weird little plants, they don’t live long – they only grow in cow pies
They look a lot like other mushrooms, maybe even poisonous kinds

There’s a certain farmer’s field
And after it rains you go
Have someone show you where
The magic mushrooms grow

We picked the mushrooms, washed them off, and I ate 91
I got high, but I got so sick – I said that’s it, I’m done
My friend said maybe you just ate too many, next time just try half
So next time I ate 47, and I just felt relaxed
I was feeling good, I wasn’t sick – not like the time before
But I wasn’t high, so after awhile, I ate 50 more

There’s a certain farmer’s field
And after it rains you go
Have someone show you where
The magic mushrooms grow

Back in my room I was sitting alone, outside it was getting dark
I left the lights off, the shadows got weird, and I picked up my guitar
The notes came out like icicle tooth picks, I used them to build a tower,
A tower of melody, phrase by phrase, my gossamer tower grew high
I thought to myself I’m seeing insanity – beautiful barren and cool
It’s worth the chance of not coming back, although I hope I do
I added layers to my icicle tower, making it more detailed
I kept repeating earlier parts, so the structure of the tower wouldn’t fail
I couldn’t remember some earlier parts, and the tower began to bow,
When I lost it, it didn’t collapse, it just wasn’t there any more

Now in terror and oncoming blindness I staggered down the hall,
Threw up in the bathroom and now my madness didn’t seem cool at all
Passed out on the floor a couple of times then made it to my bed
The room went spinning ‘round and ‘round ‘til darkness eased my head

There’s a certain farmer’s field
And after it rains you go
Have someone show you where
The magic mushrooms grow