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Landed (1975)
1975
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Vernal Equinox
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Unfinished
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I made it hard today
For I had to do it to me
And if it's only to hold her
She's gonna get it today.
She's got a heart to carry,
Maybe someone who'll have to go
And take her out on the highway
To give her something to know.

Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway, yeah.

Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway, yeah.

My little pack could pay the truck,
Don't lose your ground all day,
In moonlight racing down the highway
She's gonna get it today.
She's got a heart to carry,
She's got to get it in her head,
The moonlight grimming from the skyway,
Driving right into her bed.

Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway,
Full moon on the highway, yeah, yeah.

Flying through the black clear night
They're crying on my way
Chasing round to get the moonlight,
Leave tomorrow right away.
Please quench my on a higher lover
And if you got the time
You'll get along with the steam high
And keep your body with your mind.

Full moon on the highway.

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Over the beach, into the sun,
Wake again by half past one,
Alright.

How do you do, I'm OK,
Got no worries, play every day,
Alright.

Got to do it your way, got to ride your own
And I like your hairdo and your lipstick blue,
Alright, alright,
Alright, alright.

If you wanna have steam, bits of evening star
And pictures of film stars with the mighty strong,
I've met an angel with motorbike.
Would you have to push along ‘cause it wouldn't strike.
Got to do it your way, got to ride your own
And I like your hairdo and your lipstick too, babe.
Got to do it your way, got to do it your way,
Got to do it your way.

There's no way to tell and there's many ways to go,
There's pain in your heart and your head in the snow,
Alright, alright,
Alright.

Over the moon, into the sun,
Wake again by half past one,
Alright.

You're over here and I'm over there,
Let's get together, don't beware,
Alright.

Got my eyes on you, got my eyes on you,
Got my eyes on you.

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Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light,
Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light.

Hey, midnight man, the watcher,
It will all be up before the sun is up
And it will all be down before the moon goes down.

And they will shoot, don't crush,
All I can, don't crush.

Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light,
Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light.

Thirty leather kids on the gang ban trail,
Get your big brown man with the snakes in bed.
Dirty bother me now, it soaks into a cup,
She says “If you don't start at all you never have to stop.”

The watcher.

Hunters and collectors,
Hunters and collectors,
Hunters and collectors,
Hunters and collectors.

Hunters and collectors,
Hunters and collectors, the watcher,
Hunters and collectors,
Hunters and collectors, from the darkness.

Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light,
Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light.
Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light,
Hunters and collectors all come out at night,
Hunters and collectors never see the light.

Ooh, midnight man.

. . .

Vernal Equinox

[No lyrics]

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It's the DNA song, DNA song, it's the DNA song,
Strike mess, hole mess, shadow mess.

I think I know what you think,
You think you know what I think,
I think I know what I think,
You think you know what I think,
I think, I do think that you know what I know ‘bout you think,
But I think that I know you, but I'm in.

Something happened like it happens everyday,
There's something happening like it happens everyday,
Woke up freezing,
Ceiling bending,
Got up shaking,
Heating mending.

Then you took me back, steam machine,
Dreamt my way into a daydream,
Let me vanish into yesterday
And my night drops fade away.

Shaking, shake twice, breaking skin,
Bomb beauty, steamy scene,
Roaming, phasing, but I'm smiling,
Krishna dancing.

A piece of the action, a cut off the take,
A part of the profit,
Just a piece of the action, a cut off the take,
A part of the profit.
Strike mess, hole mess, shadow mess
And you're shocked to me,
Liquid centre, liquid centre,
Shadow mess,
Strike mess, hole mess, shadow mess,
Liquid centre, liquid centre.

Strike mess, hole mess, shadow mess,
Strike mess, hole mess, shadow mess,
Strike mess, hole mess, shadow mess,
Strike mess, hole mess, shadow mess.

. . .

Unfinished

[No lyrics]

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