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I once wrote a book about two men
They went round the world and back again
One was Julian - one was me
Such a passion to be free
We watched UFOs from southern shores
back in 65 - or 64
This is memory; these are dreams
Only he knows what I mean
Everything returns to dust
And it all gets blown away
And we all get born again to live another day
And the dust gets blown away
I like counting stars on frosty nights
One million years go by to see that light
I dream of broken wings - I dream of dust
we are gold and we are dust
It's a shame to count the days - so many days
It's a shame to count the days - so many days
Everything returns to dust
And it all gets blown away
And we all get born again to live another day
And the dust gets blown away
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Further Reflections - The Complete Recordings 1967-1969
- Dive Into Yesterday
- Tangerine Dream
- Side Trips
- Kaleidoscope - Pulsating Dreams
- A Beacon From Mars
- Incredible!
- Blues from Bagdhad: The Very Best of Kaleidoscope
- Beacon From Mars and Other Psychedelic Slide Trips
- Psychedelic Frequencies
- Pulsating Dream
- When Scopes Collide
- Creative Outlaws - U.S. Underground 1962-1970
- Every Tomorrow
- Kaleidoscope
- Faintly Blowing
- Psychedalia: Rare Blooms from the English Summer of Love
- Acid Drops, Spacedust & Flying Saucers
- Mojo: Psych Out!