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I Like Peyote — Desert Reverie 1 by Gift

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I Like Peyote — Desert Reverie 1

Psychedelic Rock,Neutral Vocals

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Description
[Verse 1]
Under the desert sky, sand cool beneath my boots
I taste the bitter cactus like a promise on my tongue
Night wind rattles beads and the stars keep careful time
I’m searching for a name I buried with my youth
[Pre-Chorus 1]
A quiet ritual, elders hum the thread of home
Hands upon my shoulders, stories fold me as I go
[Chorus]
I like peyote, feel it in my soul,
It opens up the sky, pulls the colors out of time.
Through visions bright and colors unforeseen,
I live inside the rooms that fold between.
[Verse 2]
Smoke smells like warm cedar, my throat remembers song
Textures of the earth press like an old familiar hand
A flash of my brother’s laugh, the rust of river glass
I’m bargaining with echoes for the parts I need to keep
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now the road answers back — a map of what I keep
The desert speaks in copper tones and asks me how I’ll sleep
[Chorus]
I like peyote, feel it in my soul,
It opens up the sky, pulls the colors out of time.
Through visions bright and colors unforeseen,
I live inside the rooms that fold between.
[Bridge]
Under the moon an elder lays out cloth and light,
He says, “This is not escape — it’s ceremony, not a lie.”
I see myself as child and thief, then as a man who can forgive,
A cactus flower blooms like an answer to the way I live.
[Chorus — Variation]
I like peyote, feel it in my soul,
It opens up the sky, but keeps my feet upon the ground.
Visions come with weight — they teach me how to turn and give,
Between the sand and song I find the shape of what I’ve found.
[Outro]
Underneath the wide and patient sky I walk more slow,
With gratitude and careful steps I let some old things go.
In peyote dreams, with reverence, I hold the threads that bind,
A desert hymn, a soft, clear light — a map to what’s inside.