Purple lights, purple lights, in the canyon, in the canyon …

It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple-people-eater …

I have never seen a purple cow, I never wish to see one …

No one would tell me the tune of the songs about purple haze or purple rain, so I hummed the above stuff last night. My hair is purple. Well, magenta-ish, kinda ( Read more... )