Memory of a Free Festival (2015 Remaster) Songtext
von David Bowie

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
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 shis 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


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