The Memory of a Free Festival — текст песни (David Bowie)

Maybe I should announce it, should i

Memory of a free festival



The children of the summers end

Gathered in the dampened grass

We played our songs and felt the london sky

Resting on our hands

It was gods 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 didnt, 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 were gonna have a party, ha ha ha

(repeat 25 times)

The sun machine is coming down, and were 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