Memory Of A Free Festival
David Bowie
The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our hands It was God's land It was ragged and naive It was Heaven Touch, We touched the very soul Of holding each and every life We claimed the very source of joy ran through It didn't, but it seemed that way I kissed a lot of people that day Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon To paint that love upon a white balloon And fly it from the topest top of all the tops That man has pushed beyond his brain Satori must be something just the same We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size We talked with tall Venusians passing through And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head And away they soared Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud Someone passed some bliss among the crowd And We walked back to the road, unchained "The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party."1969 60s 70s a song to keep us warm abfab acoustic alien alternative alternative rock atmospheric aww the song title Blitz bowie brings back memories british rock Calming camp classic classic rock cover cyberpunk david bowie drug experience fabfuckintastic favorite songs Female Names folk rock gay glam glam rock good groovyacousticsoul london natsfavs NoddY RioT pop PS psychedelic punk Random stuff rock seen live singalong South East sweet tracks trippy ufo UK yeh
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