HYPNOTIZED
~Written by Bob Welch~
It's the same kind of story
That seems to come down from long ago.
Two friends having coffee together
When something flies by their window
It might be out on that lawn
Which is wide,
at least half of a playing field
Because there's no explaining
what your imagination
Can make you see and feel
Seems like a dream
They got me hypnotized
Now it's not a meaningless question
To ask if they've been and gone
I remember a talk about North Carolina
and a strange, strange pond
You see the sides were like glass
In the thick of a forest without a road
And if any man's ever made that land
Then I think it would've showed
Seems like a dream They got me hypnotized
They say there's a place down in Mexico
Where a man can fly over mountains and hills
And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine
And he never will
Now you know it's a meaningless question
To ask if those stories are right
'Cause what matters most
is the feeling You get when you're hypnotized
Seems like a dream They got me hypnotized
Copyright © 1995-2002,
Martin and Lisa Adelson All Rights Reserved.
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This song seemed to fit the mood I
felt during my weekend in the desert.
The melodic sounds of Native American flute
filled the Air, and the incessant
drumming all night and through the day was
filling the land with a surreal urgency.
The nights were spectacular,
and I felt as if I had been
transported to a time long ago.
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