All language subtitles for Psychedelic Sex Kicks (1967)

I'll use my body
to keep you alive.

I may be a bitch, but
I'll never be a butch.

You're no better than the girl
who tells yourself, you're a man.

You're worth it. And
now, you'll miss out.

She's all over me. She hurts me.

I have a drug here. LSD.
Perhaps you've heard of it.

Well, you've been...
and you've been well.

You're standing to
purchase and this is a fire sale.

Have you ever had
an Egyptian piece?

Down inside, you're dirty.
Do you hear me? Dirty.

We were a part of each other.

I mean, like I wasn't plucking
Snow White and Cinderella.

I don't know a little, but we've never
bawled or made the same together.

So this was going to
be, like, pretty good time.

You know, five foot
sticks, 140 pounds, it works,

sweat, and made out
with broads and conforms.

And we're talking the same
jive as the other people.

And knowing everybody's answers.

Translated. To be a part of. Like
some people going to kits or things.

Saying what they can all maybe
rank. The sister that I get is living.

I know I'm alive, you're
unaware, and they know it.

I know, and the girls I bed know
this, they're going to remember me.

And asses and grass. You
see, there's minor imagery.

The sense of society can be totally
confused by mind, bending, and drug.

The illusion is total involvement.
Every function, drug, senses,

is brought to crescendo in
the wildest soul-shaking trip.

Some minds can, without psychedelic aid, go
out, psychologically and physiologically.

Both mind and body winding up to a
truly emotional, satisfying expansion.

Psychedelia is the new way. A
sensual, edge-shaking experience.

Some will be permanently
changed by the strip.

Others will follow the sex
soul of psychedelic love.

Let your mind flow. Let
your body vibrations build.

If you're one of the gifted few,
sing your own kind of asking.

Turn on. Get high. Let all
sensations climax in the trip.

Psychedelic love
is only for a few.

Not all can experience the all-out
wild freedom of soul-alpment.

The new vibration, the
shimmering of every fiber,

every cell in your
body, is more it can take.

Psychedelic love is the
immigration, the out of sight

thing, the trip, the complete
screaming explosion.

Can you dig it? Can you take in your soul
all the sensations you're about to feel?

Seeing. Experience.

One with my universe, one
with God, universe me now.

Awaken my consciousness.
Bring me out of dreams

into reality, into your
reality, inside my reality.

Gently now. Easy. Easy.
It's happening now.

I give my love to the
world. To love. Love happens.

Love can happen. Love will
happen. Love is happening.

Love. Heavenly. The
Buddha of color speaks to me.

Guru speak. Your light
intensity explores my soul.

Five friends. A girl of light.
Teach me love. Enlightenment.

Searching for volunteers.
Don't be uptight enough.

Enlightenment is happening now. To
tell for real. We want to know ourselves.

Search. Explore ourselves.
Know the joy of love.

Life. Light. To do for
real. For real happiness.

Discover it. Discover love.
Discover it now. Do it to life.

Conscious soul. Vibrating
warmth. Love. Life. Light. Sensation.

Guru of love. Breathing, pulsating
to the Harmony of the universe.

Nature. Bending. Swaying.
Folding. Unfolding.

Putting a sea outside. Inside.
Undiscovered magic. Moving.

Slowly. Gently. Squeezing.
Back and forth. Back and forth.

Feel it. Feel the motion.
Feel the movement.

Back and forth. Back
and forth. Back and forth.

Move with it. Move with it. Sway with it.
Sore with it. Go up with it. Let it happen.

With all life. It's
happening. It's happening

inside of you. Inside
of you now. It's living

inside of you. Now.
All life. All possibilities.

All love. Every love.
Now it's floating in you.

I see it. I know. I haven't.
Smell. Reaching to life.

Searching to love. Happening
consciousness. Throbbing. Throbbing.

Throbbing with life.
Flowing with light.

Exploding. Expanding.
Awareness. Expanding love.

Acceleration expands. So
soaring. Higher. Higher. Floating

free. Spiling. Pleasure. It's
a division. It's a division. Joy.

Living. Freedom. Of life.
Into with life. With all life. It's

happening. It's happening
inside of you. Inside of you now.

It's moving inside of
you now. Now. All life.

All possibilities. All love.
Every love. Now it's floating.

A universe with man. Awaken my consciousness.
Bring me out of dreams into reality.

Into your reality. Reality. Gently.
Easy. Easy. Easy. It's handling them.

Love and joy. I give myself to the
world. To love. Love is love. Love happens.

Love can happen. Love will happen.
Love is happening. Love is happening.

The lunar eclipse speaks to me. Your
light intensity explores my soul. A guru of

light. Teach me love. Enlightenment.
Pleasure. Guru. Light. Love. Pleasure. Joy.

Life. Dig it. Dig it. Searching your
volunteers. Don't be untied. Enlightenment

is happening now. To know for real. We
want to know ourselves. Explore ourselves.

Know the joy of love.
Life. Enlightenment. To dig

for real. For real happiness.
Discover it. Discover

love. Discover it now.
Tune into life. A conscious

soul vibrating once.
Love. Life. Life. Sensation.

A guru of light. A service. Breathing.
Skin. Breathing. Pulsating to the

Harmony of the universe. Nature. Pending.
Swaying. Letting see outside. Inside.

And discovering magic. Moving. Slowly.
Gently. Swaying. Back and forth. Back and

forth. Feel it. Feel the motion. Feel the
movement. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Go with it. Move with it.
Sway with it. Sway with it. Go up

with it. Let it happen. You're
in tune with the lowest and

highest forms of life. In
tune with life. With all life.

It's happening. It's happening
inside of you. Inside of you.

It's happening now. It's
happening inside of you. Now.

All life. All possibilities. All
love. Everyone. Now. Exploding.

Breathing. Siching to love. Throwing.
Throwing with life. Exploding. Expanding.

Awareness. Expanding love. Exhalation
expands. So soaring. Higher. Higher.

Floating free. Spinal.
Pleasure. Let it happen.

And you're tuning with
the lowest and highest

forms of life. In tune
with life. With all life.

It's happening inside
of you. It's happening

inside of you. It's
happening inside of you.

All love. Everyone.
Now. Exploding.

Slowly. Gently. Sway.
Feel it. Feel the motion.

Feel the movement. Back
and forth. Back and forth.

Move with it. Move
with it. Sway with it.

Sore with it. Go up with it.
Let it happen. Move down.

You're in tune with the lowest and
highest forms of life. In tune with life.

With all life. It's happening. It's
happening inside of you. It's happening now.

It's moving inside
of you. Now. All life.

All possibilities. All love.
Every love. Now it's exploding.

Move and whine about
them. All things of flesh.

Well and surrender. To the
quickened type of their bliss.

Yes, this is the time of their
dreaming. An enticing song

of a sense of thrift from
wooded afternoons. Beginning

the parade of those
willing to follow the ripe old

and wandering secrets of
a heavenly, joyful abandon.

Share companionist music from path to
path. Maybe not the shadows or shades.

For every dark is as much rainbow to them.
Deep drizzles of prison. Colitis of life.

But what is night but a shadow?
And its sparkles of eager carnival news.

As they are drawn to fulfillment and
shelter. This is the time of their dreaming.

The sky begins to light. A soft and distant
music. Aphrodite is reading the clouds.

Supple shapes of her furious hair.
Flossoming pinks of electric dawning.

The spiraling sun, a diminishing vortex.
Drowning from pure dust. It rains green. The

lightning strikes where it will. Bends
grass and mouths through the flooding river.

Rough tongues meet,
staining with delight.

Damped bodies from the
seas. To hold the clouds

apart, the lightning
sprites where it will. And

trees explode with
lovers in their branches.

Light intensity,
vibrance. A girl of light.

Teach me love, enlightenment,
pleasure. Light, love, pleasure.

Dending the grasses with motions of love.
Come lovers, charged with one ecstasy.

The sun begs them warps.
Turning their limbs to fire, their

eyes to intimate galaxies. This
is the time of their dreaming.

This is the time
of their dreaming.

This is the time
of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

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of their dreaming.

Check what I'm doing, boys.

Too friggin' much. Too far out.
Bell-bottom tangerine-colored hip huggers.

And a head of hair
that just won't quit.

An emaciated super-hip sweetheart
with a hand that begs for spare change.

And a mouth that mutters words
of love, peace, and brotherhood.

Such are the sights and sounds of
youth. The Woodstock generation.

The Pepsi generation.
The hip subculture.

It is a generation that
has produced grassheads,

acid freaks, John Lennon
and Charles Manson.

A generation which
has boldly dared to reject

the values of
generations of forefathers.

Replacing them with nothing
more solvent than vague

concepts of that which
they blithely call love.

It is in the highly experimental
world of today's youth

that we may begin to see the
first signs of what is to come.

The first breakthrough into that
realm of the sensual unknown.

An exciting new universe of
unexplored sexual delights.

It is perhaps the most
daringly innovative generation in

the history of the civilized
world. Nor is this boldness

limited to philosophy. For the
hip generation has been known

to experiment freely in the
realm of the physical as well.

Amongst hippies, weird rites of
sexual practices formerly unthought

of are practiced with all the
indiscretion and openness of a

church social. The excitement
and activity within the pleasure

centers of the brain are frequently
augmented by the use of drugs.

The bizarre combination
of sex and psychedelics

often times amount
to a potent mixture.

The hippie atmosphere
is one in which outlandish

sexual practices are
utterly commonplace.

The generation born during the post
war being noted. One of the most unusual

in history. The freestyle of living
common amongst hippies and long hairs.

Often results in what Dr. Fenimore
Pierce of the University of

Northeast Iowa calls the superannuated
post-bacto syndrome. The use

of drugs is a means of augmenting
the sexual response as in a few

short experimental years. Become
what amounts to an actual science.

The young have quickly mastered the
various uses of drug sexuality and engage

in these activities with the finesse
and style of highly skilled artists.

A mixture of marijuana with wine or
other forms of alcohol provide a solid

base from which to begin many of
these crack flavors of the human body.

Cocaine is applied carefully to the
human sexual glands to achieve an

astounding level of erotic stimulation
with a highly increased endurance

span. LSD or acid is often used to
culture. Weaving bizarre erotic imagery

and giving this new age of sexual
freedom of pulse beat and rhythm.

Drugs allow the aroused listener to
actually feel and physically interpret these

daring and innovative musical messages.
Offshoots of today's youth-oriented

cultural phenomena have manifested
into countless unique social forms.

Young people from all walks of life
have banded together forming communes.

In this lifestyle of
brotherhood and sharing, they

seek to pave a whole new
social structure, liberating

themselves not only
sexually, but also spiritually,

economically, and so on.
The possibilities are limitless.

Youngs herded together,
sharing each other's food, drugs,

or bodies, and their way
through life as best as possible.

These crash pads are often
populated by hitchhikers,

vagabonds, fugitives
from justice, truant

students, and other
social misfits who feel the

urge to keep moving,
most notably runaway girls.

These young girls, fed
up with the strict and

intolerant parental web
they've left behind them, fly

from one crash pad to
another with wild carefree

abandon and sexual frenzy,
never stopping to look back.

If we are to define man as
the pleasure-seeking animal, we

need look no further than
today's generation of young people.

In fact, so intent are they in their
relentless search for pleasure that they

are no longer satisfied with merely
those thrills provided by the five senses.

And so they expand those
senses for even greater

and greater thrills.
Hot, acid, mescaline,

all-promised, strange,
mysterious journeys

through the wonders of
sexual sensory perception.

Whether the new morality and sexual
liberation will prove to be boon or bane to

Western civilization is a question which
only time can answer with any finality.

In the meantime, despite
scientific observations

and the ethical qualms
of more conventional

citizens, the hip subculture will continue
to behave in its self-dictated fashion.

The post-war generation has
come of age, and by appearance,

not only the present, but the
future as well belongs to them.