“I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know what I’m doing. But it feels alright.” The narrator croons with a beatlesque string quartet with the pure flavors of a psychedelic dream state. “Your lips are moving but I hear no words.” The mind is traveling and experiencing Morocco through the third eye of the soul while “sitting alone in my room waiting for no one to call”. Tastily crafted music. Shoutouts for the rock blues of Change My Ways (if we don’t get moving we’ll be roasting in hell”) and Texas State Of Mind (“ain’t this the life, sipping rum in the middle of the day out in the sun”). Ian GillanIan Gillan on eartaste
