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UP FROM THE SKIES(FROM THE ALBUM AXIS: BOLD AS LOVE)

I just want to talk to you. I won't do you no harm.
I just want to know about your different lives , on
	this here people farm.

I heard some of you got your families, living in 
	cages tall & cold,
And some just stay there and dust away, past the
	age of old.
Is this true? Please let me talk to you.

I just want to know about, the rooms behind your minds,
Do I see a vacuum there, or am I going blind?
Or is it just remains from vibrations and echoes
	long ago,
Things like 'Love the World' and 'Let your fancy 
	flow',
Is this true? Please let me talk to you. Let me 
	talk to you.

I have lived here before, the days of ice,
And of course this is why I'm so concerned,
And I come back to find the stars misplaced
	and the smell of a world that has burned.

The smell of a world that has burned.

Well, maybee, maybe it's just a change of climate.
I can dig it, I can dig it baby, I just want to see.

So where do I purchase my ticket,
I would just like to have a ringside seat,
I want to know about the new Mother Earth,
I want to see and hear everything,
I want to see and hear everything,
I want to see and hear everything,
Aw, shucks,
If my daddy could see me now.