Jimbo Stone by Wild Fuzz Trip

In the time of ancient mystics there was a never-ending dawn
This is where legends and myths were born
They danced and entwined like fireflies on the ocean breeze until they landed like seeds within our forest of trees
These seeds took root within man and woman kind and walked amongst us until their roles were assigned
One such soul resided in the city of angels where the streets were uneven and the people were strangers
He burned so bright like a funeral pyre people would scream, light my fire
But so it came to pass that even the brightest star shall die, which left a trail of cosmic dust across the sky
The dust would finally settle into the ocean and trees of which he was born
And the soul would live within the Jimbo Stone

• Rock
• doom
• instrumental
• psychedelic
• psychedelic rock
• pyschedelic
• stoner doom metal
• stoner rock
• stoner-rock
• Spain