Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memory of a Free Festival (Pt. 2), artist - David Bowie. Date of issue: 05.11.2020
Song language: English
Memory of a Free Festival (Pt. 2) |
| The children of the summer’s end\nGathered in the dampened grass,\nWe played Our songs and felt the London sky\nResting on our hands\nIt was God’s land.\nIt was ragged and naive.\nIt was Heaven.\nTouch, we touched the very soul\nOf holding each and every life.\nWe claimed the very source of joy ran through.\nIt didn’t, but it seemed that way.\nI kissed a lot of people that day.\nOh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon,\nTo paint that love upon a white balloon,\nAnd fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed beyond his\nBrain.\nSatoria must be something just the same.\nWe scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size.\nWe talked with tall Venusians passing through.\nAnd Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head\nAnd away they soared,\nClimbing through the ivory vibrant cloud.\nSomeone passed some bliss among the crowd.\nAnd we walked back to the road, unchained. |