In the realm of the mind, where the consciousness expands, Timothy Leary, a guide with visionary hands. Through the corridors of perception, he led the way, A prophet of the mind, in the dawning of a new day. God bless Timothy Leary, mind explorer , In the labyrinth of thought, his spirit we find. Through the psychedelic journey, where boundaries blur, He paved the way for freedom, a cosmic explorer. Turn on, tune in, drop out, the mantra he spoke, In the tapestry of LSD, a psychedelic cloak. Through the highs and the lows of the mind's terrain, Timothy Leary, a beacon in the acid rain. In the quest for consciousness, he took the lead, A psychedelic scholar, planting a visionary seed. God bless Timothy Leary, in the mind's ascent, In the exploration of thought, he left a footprint. ...

  (Verse 1) On the edge of the blues, where the waters ran deep, There was a band that rocked, a promise to keep. Hot Tuna, sailed on the sonic tide, In the heart of the groove, where legends reside. (Chorus) Hot Tuna rocks, in the river's embrace, A sonic journey, a timeless space. Strings that echo, like a rolling stream, In the current of their music, we find our dream. (Verse 2) Jorma and Jack, a musical pair, With guitars in hand, and a soul laid bare. In the acoustic magic, where the notes take flight, Hot Tuna rocks, in the sweet moonlight. (Pre-Chorus) Through the Delta blues and the electric glow, They play the story, and let it flow. Hot Tuna rocks, in the midnight air, A cosmic voyage, beyond compare. (Chorus) Hot Tuna rocks, in the river's embrace, A sonic journey, a timeless space. Strings that echo, like a rolling stream, In the current of their music, we find our dream. (Bridge) In the jam sessions, where the solos entwine, Hot Tuna's rhythm, like aged wine. ...

  (Verse 1) In the realm of dreams, where music is the key, There's a voice that echoes, a soul wild and free. Gracie Slick, the enchantress of the night, In her melodies, the stars take flight. (Chorus) I love Gracie Slick, the queen of the stage, In her lyrics, we find a timeless page. With a voice that soars, like a bird in flight, In the magic of her song, the world feels right. (Verse 2) Through the rabbit hole of Jefferson's dream, She painted pictures, a psychedelic stream. White Rabbit leading us through wonderland, Gracie's voice, a guiding hand. (Pre-Chorus) In the echo of her laughter, a rebel's call, A sonic journey, breaking down the wall. I love Gracie Slick, the trailblazer's name, In the melody of rebellion, she played the game. (Chorus) I love Gracie Slick, the queen of the stage, In her lyrics, we find a timeless page. With a voice that soars, like a bird in flight, In the magic of her song, the world feels right. (Bridge) Through the highs and low...

  (Verse 1) In the heart of the counterculture's haze, A chemist brewed a potion, a psychedelic craze. Owsley, the alchemist of the mind, In the laboratory of love, a legacy we find. (Chorus) Thank you, Owsley, for the colors you've shown, In the kaleidoscope of consciousness, we've flown. Through the acid dreams and the electric glow, In the garden of perception, your seeds still grow. (Verse 2) In the Summer of Love, a sonic wave, A grateful journey that Owsley gave. Tabs of wisdom, in a paper rhyme, A grateful nation, dancing through time. (Pre-Chorus) In the laboratory of the cosmic blend, He painted the canvas where dreams transcend. Thank you, Owsley, for the trip we've known, In the psychedelic realm, where minds have flown. (Chorus) Thank you, Owsley, for the colors you've shown, In the kaleidoscope of consciousness, we've flown. Through the acid dreams and the electric glow, In the garden of perception, your seeds still grow. (Bridge) Through the acid t...

  (Verse 1) In the heart of the rhythm, where the bass strings hum, There's a legend with a groove, and his name is Casady, Jack, the one. With fingers that dance on the strings so bold, He's the heartbeat of the music, a story to be told. (Chorus) Ode to Jack Casady, the maestro of the low, In the realm of the bass, where legends grow. Through the notes and the riffs, a melody so sweet, In the hands of Jack, the rhythm finds its beat. (Verse 2) In the early days of the Jefferson Airplane flight, He laid the foundation, with pure bass might. From Woodstock to the city lights aglow, Jack Casady's bass, a river's gentle flow. (Pre-Chorus) Through the decades, his fingers kept the time, A rhythm magician, in every paradigm. Ode to Jack Casady, in the bassline's trance, A musical journey, a lifetime dance. (Chorus) Ode to Jack Casady, the maestro of the low, In the realm of the bass, where legends grow. Through the notes and the riffs, a melody so sweet, In the hands of...