I left LA yesterday, and with a song stuck in my head. My friend Jane wrote it to me and the tune is one of my favorite America songs. Sing along with me. (And yes, none of my unicorns had names - all 4 of them). I am sure they will get named on playa - before I feed them to the flames.
On the first part of the journey
I was packing up my shit
I had scrimped and saved
And still was broke
But was going in spite of it
I went for a drive up the 395
In a car that would barely start
Went to Bishop and Reno and Gerlach
And then Black Rock City and all the art
You see I've been to the desert on a unicorn with no name
It felt good to be out of L.A.
On the playa you can't remember your name
So you make one up for to give you no shame
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
After three days the unicorn ran free
'Cause there was so much else to see
There were naked guys on bikes and girls
Without shirts riding Critically
There were art cars and dirty Santas and raves
Way out to the orange MOOP fence
Dr. Megavolt, hippies, explosions, massage
and the rangers to protest against
You see I've been to the desert on a unicorn with no name
It felt good to be out of L.A.
On the playa you can't remember your name
So you make one up for to give you no shame
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
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