David Bowie Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Memory Of A Free Festival Lyrics

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 topest 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 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

 The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party

 The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party

 The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party

 The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party."