Ganja Garden by Alexander Wolfinger

In the gan-nnnnnja garden, in the gaaaa-A-aaaaaaanja garden
The ground is red and gold and brown, and men fall from the sky
And a big fat cat watches over things, while we get so high
There’s a wet blue frog sitting in a jar, that grows and grows by the day
And a swarm of bees chasing a little girl, as she slowly runs away (in the)
gan-nnnnnja garden, in the gaaaa-A-aaaaaaanja garden
Sometimes it feels like grandma's house, with a grid that lights up the sky
And a dinosaur sits on a ledge, watching as we walk by
And 17 bears swim in a lake all trying to catch fish
And a giant bone sits on the ground that when you break you make a wish (in the)
gan-nnnnnja garden, in the gaaaa-A-aaaaaaanja garden
And outside the garden is a big stone wall, and many colored flags flying wide and tall
And a large patch of moss where the chickens roam, and a bamboo waterfall that the ducks call home
And inside the garden there are zero trees, and a large magic rock that can read your dreams
And any time of day it is dark as night, and if you want to find me you just might (find me in the)
gan-nnnnnja garden, in the gaaaa-A-aaaaaaanja garden
And there’s a portal on the wall where you can see the past, and really any time of day you can smoke some grass

• Alternative
• dreampop
• ganja
• garden
• garden rock
• glitter pop
• phych-folk
• psychedelic pop
• psychedelic rock
• stoner folk
• Asheville