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Bowie David Space Oddity The Memory Of A Free Festival Maybe I should announce it, should I Memory of a free festival 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 toppest top of all the tops That man has pushed beyond his brain Satoria 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, ha ha ha (repeat 25 times) The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party, yeah yeah The Sun Machine is coming down, woh ho ho Sun Machine is coming down, oh oh oh ah Sun Machine is coming down, oh |
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