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Lyrics
[Intro]
[Atmospheric synth pads, distant vinyl crackle]
(Spoken, low voice)
"Light that up... and let the Purple Haze take you to bliss..."
[Verse 1]
[Rhythmic flow, storytelling tone]
he was a hippie with a heart made of high-grade gold,
I was a stoner with a story that had never been told.
We were rolling doobies in the back, dodging burnout tags,
Moving hash and ganja out of tattered leather bags.
he’s the gardener, I’m the connoisseur, we grow the dream,
Blowing Chronic Sativa like a pressurized steam.
he passed the joint, said, " the pot be burning hot,"
"We got that Buddha herb hitting every single spot."
From the reefer to the THC, he’s my purple-tinted haze,
Just two potheads in love, lost in a grass-green maze.
[Hook]
[Dreamy, melodic delivery]
Violet visions, neon in the mist,
Purple Haze got a ghost-like twist.
Thai genetics got the mind on a flight,
Crossing through the Haze in the middle of the night.
Brain on fire, yeah, I’m feeling the spark,
Berry-scented smoke trailing out through the dark.
[Verse 2]
The sun is sinking low, turning violet in the sky,
My hippie boy beside me with that Sativa in his eye.
We outran the burnout labels and the pothead games,
Now we’re connoisseurs of light, dancing in the purple flames.
One last doobie for the road, let the Chronic take the lead,
We planted seeds of Buddha, now we’re harvesting the weed.
From the hash to the high-grade, the journey’s been a blur,
A gardener of ghosts, yeah, I’m lost in love with him.
Let the THC dissolve the walls, let the reefer smoke remain,
Purple Haze forever, washing out the world and pain.
[Bridge]
[Floating, heavy reverb, ethereal female harmonies]
Floating on a frequency that only we can hear,
The purple smoke is rising till the world just disappears.
It’s more than just the flower, it’s the way the colors bleed,
High-grade meditation, yeah, we’ve got everything we need.
No Density to hold us, just the scent of berry vines,
Crossing over borders, drifting past the finish lines...
[Hook]
[Dreamy, melodic delivery]
Violet visions, neon in the mist,
Purple Haze got a ghost-like twist.
Thai genetics got the mind on a flight,
Crossing through the Haze in the middle of the night.
Brain on fire, yeah, I’m feeling the spark,
Berry-scented smoke trailing out through the dark.
[Outro]
[Slow fade, tape delay effects]
(Spoken softly)
"14 to 26 percent... straight to the dome."
(Melodic ad-libs)
"Berry clouds... indigo hues...
Just the gardener and the connoisseur.
'Scuse me while I... yeah...
Lost in the Haze..."
[Fade out with sound of a lighter clicking and a long exhale]
