Donnerstag, 31. Juli 2008
[1969] Pentangle - Light Flight
listen to the song:
great acid-psychedelic folk-rock from 1969. great female voice. enjoy !
here the lyrics of the song:
Let's get away, you say, find a better place,
Miles and miles away from the city's race,
Look around for someone lying in the sunshine
Marking time, hear the sighs, close your eyes...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
Stepping from cloud to cloud passing years of light
Visit the frosty stars in the backward flight
Star becomes a vision, never mind the meaning,
Hidden there, moving fast, it won't last...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
Time passes all too soon, how it rushes by,
Now a thousand moons are about to die
No time to reflect on what the time was spent on,
Nothing left, far away, dreamers fade
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
Strange visions pass me by, winging sweetly close inside [*]
O-ver the wa-ter, ah....
Swirling, the waters rise up above my head.
Gone are the curling mists how they all have fled.
Look, the door is open, step into the space
Provided there
Da do da, da, do da...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
great acid-psychedelic folk-rock from 1969. great female voice. enjoy !
here the lyrics of the song:
Let's get away, you say, find a better place,
Miles and miles away from the city's race,
Look around for someone lying in the sunshine
Marking time, hear the sighs, close your eyes...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
Stepping from cloud to cloud passing years of light
Visit the frosty stars in the backward flight
Star becomes a vision, never mind the meaning,
Hidden there, moving fast, it won't last...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
Time passes all too soon, how it rushes by,
Now a thousand moons are about to die
No time to reflect on what the time was spent on,
Nothing left, far away, dreamers fade
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
Strange visions pass me by, winging sweetly close inside [*]
O-ver the wa-ter, ah....
Swirling, the waters rise up above my head.
Gone are the curling mists how they all have fled.
Look, the door is open, step into the space
Provided there
Da do da, da, do da...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...
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