In almost every powerful trip, there is a moment when the language collapses. Words turn into sounds, sounds turn into colors, textures, and wordless thoughts. When we leave our language behind, we leave ours sense of “self” behind. It’s a beautiful moment of true joy, of unity with the world, of love. Robert Wyatt has a great talent to describe psychedelic situations in a very delicate way. Lately I find it hard to connect with the ultra colorful descriptions and manifestations of the psychedelic state. That colorful visualization or description is true in some way, but it reduces the essence of the psychedelic state-serenity.
In this song, Wyatt documents that moment when language collapses, or as he describes it here: Trip trip Pip pippy pippy pip pip.