True Story Can

... we never knew how long time was
Then he gradually emptied the cigarette out into an ashtray
And it fell, the tobacco fell like grains of delicate snow
And then he stuffed for about four, five minutes
A rich mixture of
Rough ... [?]
Or maybe it was Golden Hut
Or some of those fine tobaccos into a cigarette
With some of that great...
The great plant, you know the great plant
The great plant, you know, grows every minute, every minute

And there...
I remember very well
The great movement gesture
Of his fingers as he lit
The delicious fragrant smell
Like honey
Can you imagine the bees pollinating the great plant?
As they fly sort of like butterfly
Haphazardly and hither and thither
Minding on the beautiful plant, sucking its juices
Ooh, to have those juices flowing through your veins like heavenly mist
Oh, the beauty of India

One day, one day I remembered
The stars shinning so brightly
I walked outside
And there was a, a man standing in a corner
With a blue sign on his hand
Which I could not read, it was Arabic
And I looked very carefully
And he came up to me and he said:
"Hey, hey you, would you like, would you like a little of the delicate brew that we make in the basement?"
And I said "Well, what is the delicate brew?"
He said: "Oh, nevermind, just come along"
So I came along very, very cautiously, because, you know, the paranoia gets sets in sometimes