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Cosmic Band
03:50
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There's a whirlwind of steel upon this stage
its a tripped out psychedelic coming of age
there's a paisley storm far as I can see
there's a lava lamp playground surrounding me
Tuned in, turned on, dropped out of sight
I got new glasses that bend the light
got a new sound make senses reel
got a lemonade teapot, smoke banana peels
And I play guitar for a cosmic band
and I'm floating here right where I stand
yeah I play guitar for a cosmic band
and I'm soaring right out of my mind
The crowd is hidden by smoke and light
enveloped by surging waves of psyche
sound transcending time and space
reality vanished without a trace
Tuned in, turned on, dropped out of sight
got new glasses that bend the light
got a top hat oven set to bake
got a bowl of cereal inside my safe
And I play guitar for a cosmic band
and I'm floating here right where I stand
yeah I play guitar for a cosmic band
and I'm soaring right out of my mind
There's a whirlwind of steel upon this stage
its a tripped out psychedelic coming of age
there's a paisley storm far as I can see
there's a lava lamp playground surrounding me
Tuned in, turned on, dropped out of sight
I got new glasses that bend the light
got a jungle scene in my backyard
got lost inside the candy jar
And I play guitar for a cosmic band
and I'm floating here right where I stand
yeah I play guitar for a cosmic band
and I'm soaring right out of my mind
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2. |
Dying Star
02:42
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I should have said what's really on my mind
'cause now I feel a little bit unhinged
And the music starts to die and the bright lights turn to grey
and your shadow grows a bit thin
Now I don't stand a chance 'cause I've got nothing in my hand
might as well have made a wish upon a dying star
I guess it comes to nothing 'cause I took it al too far
might as well have made a wish upon a dying star
My hopes are poised to shatter just like an hour glass
sitting on the edge of uncertainty
And standing in the fleeting warmth of bridges that are burning
I find that I'm standing here alone
Now I don't stand a chance 'cause I've got nothing in my hand
might as well have made a wish upon a dying star
I guess it comes to nothing 'cause I took it al too far
might as well have made a wish upon a dying star
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3. |
You're Not In Reach
04:31
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4. |
Ginger Baker's Nightmare
03:03
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5. |
I'm So High
06:02
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I was born in the edges of space
held in the light of Saturn's grace
I've chased spirits alongside shooting stars
died a thousand deaths so far
Man, have I come really far
I'm so high, ain't never coming down
I'm so high, ain't never coming down
You look to me up in the sky
I'm so high, ain't never coming down
Hardwired to oblivion
stretched to the point of origin
Saw the death of the final dying sun
witness to the birth of the very first one
can't believe how far I've come
I'm so high, ain't never coming down
I'm so high, ain't never coming down
You look to me up in the sky
I'm so high, ain't never coming down
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6. |
Guilty
03:03
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I don't need no judge or jury, lie detector, private dick
no batman, sodium pentathol, two way mirror or crystal ball
"cause I know, yeah I know
You're guilty
You're guilty
You're guilty
I don't need J. Edgar Hoover,hidden camera, FBI
code breaker, laser, secret agent, smoking gun or x-ray eyes
cause I know, yeah I know
You're guilty
You're guilty
You're guilty
I don't need binoculars, chloroform or master key
phone tap,magic hat, submarine
trap door, spy plane, decoder ring
'cause I know, yeah I know
You're guilty
You're guilty
You're guilty
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8. |
Fading Fast
04:46
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