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Memory Of A Free Festival

on February 06, 2013
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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."

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10
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God Knows I'm Good

on February 06, 2013
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I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder.
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared.
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of
stewing steak
Into the paper bag at her side.
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were
observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind.

Crying
"God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God may look the other way today.

God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God may look the other way today."

Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her
paper bag,
Perspiration trickled down her forehead.
And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her
shoulder,
She was led away bewildered and amazed.
Through her deafened ears the cash machines were
shrieking on the counter

As her escort asked her softly for her name.
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old
lady
Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor.

Crying
"God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
Surely God won't look the other way.

God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
Surely God won't look the other way."

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9
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Wild Eyed Boy From FreeCloud

on February 06, 2013
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Solemn faced,
The village settles down,
Undetected by the stars,
And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to
sleep.
And the last thing on his mind
Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned
'Neath the covered wooden shaft.
Folds the rope
Into its bag.
Blows his pipe of smolders,
Blankets smoke into the room.
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one.

Staring through the message in his eyes
Lies a solitary son
From the mountain called Freecloud
Where the eagle dare not fly.
And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication
For the townsmen to decide.
So the village Dreadful yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog.
Oh "It's the madness in his eyes"
As he breaks the night to cry:
"It's really Me.
Really You
And really Me.
It's so hard for us to really be
Really You
And really Me.
You'll lose me though I'm always really free."

And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud.

And the village Dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise
For the smile stayed on the face
Of the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud.

And the women once proud,
Clutched the heart of the crowd
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's
hand.
And the Magic in the stare
Of the Wild Eyed Boy said:
"Stop, Freecloud
They won't think to cut me down."
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell
And the tears of the face
Of the Wise Boy
Came trembling down
To the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace/love
They won't think to cut me down."
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell
And the tears of the face
Of the Wise Boy
Came trembling down
To the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace/love
Stumbled back to cry among the clouds,
Kicking back the pebbles
From the Freecloud mountain
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An Occasional Dream

on February 06, 2013
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I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of a Swedish room
Of hessian and wood.
And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise...
Some things we could do.

In our madness
We burnt one hundred days,
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me,
An Occasional Dream.

And we'd sleep, oh so close,
But not really close our eyes
'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
Gently weeping nights.
It was long, long ago
And I can't touch your name.

For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me.

In my madness
I see your face in mine.
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time.
Time,
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.

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7
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Janine

on February 06, 2013
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Oh my love, Janine
I'm helpless for your smile.
Like a Polish wanderer,
I travel ever onwards to your land.
And were it not just for the jewels I'd close your hand.

Your strange demand
To 'collocate' my mind
Scares me into gloom.
You're too intense,
I'll have to keep you in your place.
I've no defence.
I've got to keep my veil on my face.

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well,
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face.

Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls,
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all.

You're fey, Janine,
A tripper to the last.
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I'll have a right to shout you down.
For you're a lazy stream
In which my thoughts would drown.

So stay, Janine,
And we can glide along.
I've caught your wings for laughs,
I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year.
So take your glasses off
And don't act so sincere.

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well,
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face.

Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls,
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all.

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6

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