It's weird posting this one, since Paul Kantner died about a week ago. Actually, the original singer of the group, Signe Toly Anderson, also died that day. I hope they are chasing rabbits out there in the cosmos. This song was released during the 1967 summer of love (just like me, haha), but it sounds like a bummer, man. You take those pills and you had better be ready to face the music. I love the bass that opens it and Jorma's snakey guitar lines, and quasi bolero rhythm. Grace Slick wrote this song (in an hour, supposedly) and sings it like I would imagine someone who lived in Wonderland would sing it, with a tone of warning, while sitting peacefully on a mushroom in a jungle of fantastic objects and visions.
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