Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, lift off!

This is Ground Control to Major Tom,
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know who's shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare.

This is Major Tom to Ground Control,
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here, am I sitting in my tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue,
and there's nothing I can do.

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.
Tell my wife I love her very much
She knows.

Ground Control to Major Tom,
Your curcuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you...

Here, am I floating round my tin can.
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue,
and there's nothing I can do.

UNWASHED AND SOMEWHAT SLIGHTLY DAZED

DON'T SIT DOWN

LETTER TO HERMOINE

CYGNET COMMITTEE

I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time, at times, I guess
Because of you, I need to rest
So much has gone and little is new

And as the sparrow sings dawn chorus for someonelse to hear
The thinker sits alone, growing old and so tired.

I gave them life, I gave them all
They drained my very soul dry
I crushed my heart to ease their pains
No thought for me remains there
Nothing can they spare. What of me?
Who praised their efforts to be free
Words of strength and care and sympathy
I opened the doors that would have blocked their way
I braved their cause to guide, for little pay
I ravaged at my finance just for those
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility
Those who said a new world, new ways every free
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me.

And as the sunrise stream flicker on me,
where all is God and God is just a word
We had a friend, and talking man
who spoke of many powers that he had
Not of the best men, but ours

We used him, we let him use his powers
We let him fill our needs now we are strong
And now the road is coming to its end
Now the damned have no time to make amends
NO purse of token fortunes stands in out way
The silent guns of love will blast the sky
We broke the ruptured structures built of age
Our weapons were the tounges of crying rage
Where money stood we planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers sons of dust
Infiltrated business cess polls, hating through our sleeves
Yea, and we slit the Catholic throat stoned the poor on slogans such as:
"Wish you could hear," "love is all you need,"
"Kick out the jams," "Kick out your mother,"
"Cut up your friend," "Screw up your brother, or he'll get you in the end"
And we know the flag of love is from above
And we can force you to be free
And we can force you to believe
And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain
For I once had read a book in which the lovers were slain
For they knew not the words of the free states refrain
It said; "I believe in the power of good,
I believe in the state of love,
I will fight for the right to be right
I will kill for the good of the fight for the right to be right."
And I open my eyes to look around
And see a child laid slain on the ground

And a love machine lumbers through desolation rows,
Ploughing down man, woman, list'ning to it's command
But no t hearing anymore, but not hearing anymore
Just the shreiks from the old and rich

And I want to believe
in the madness that calls now
I want to believe
that a light's shining through some how
And I want to blieve
And you want ot believe
And we want to believe
And we want to live

JANINE

AN OCCASIONAL DREAM

WILD EYED BOY FROM FREECLOUD

GOD KNOWS I'M GOOD

MEMORY OF A FREE FESTIVAL

The children of summer's end
gatheredin 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
all the ecstacy that swept that afternoon
To paint thatlove upon a white balloon,
And fly it from the topest top of all 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 alked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to claimb aboard
but the captain shook his head and away they soared
Climbing thru' 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.