Space Oddity

Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah
Don't sit down
Don't sit down
Don't sit down ha ha ha ha

I bless you madly, sadly as i tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time, at times, i guess
Because of you i need to rest
Because it's you that sets the test

So much has gone and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear
The thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter

I gave them life
I gave them all
They drained my very soul...dry
I crushed my heart to ease their pains
No thought for me remains there
Nothing can they spare
What of me?
Who praised their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy
I opened doors that would have blocked their way
I braved their cause to guide, for little pay
I ravaged at my finance just for those
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility
Those who said a new world, new ways ever free
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me

I bless you madly, sadly as i tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time, at times, i guess
Because of you i need to rest, oh yes
Because it's you that sets the test

So much has gone and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream, where all is god and god is just a word

"we had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers he had
Not of the best of men, but ours
We used him
We let him use his powers
We let him fill our needs
Now we are strong

And the road is coming to its end
Now the damned have no time to make amends
No purse of token fortune stands in our way
The silent guns of love will blast the sky

We broke the ruptured structure built of age
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers
Sons of dirt

Infiltrated business cesspools
Hating through our sleeves
Yea, and we slit the catholic throat
Stoned the poor on slogans such as

Wish you could hear
Love is all we need
Kick out the jams
Kick out your mother
Cut up your friend
Screw up your brother or he'll get you in the end

And we know the flag of love is from above
And we can force you to be free
And we can force you to believe

And i close my eyes and tighten up my brain
For i once read a book in which the lovers were slain
For they knew not the words of the free states' refrain
It said

I believe in the power of good
I believe in the state of love
I will fight for the right to be right
I will kill for the good of the fight for the right to be right

And i open my eyes to look around
And i see a child laid slain on the ground
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command
But not hearing anymore
Not hearing anymore
Just the shrieks from the old rich

And i want to believe
In the madness that calls now
And i want to believe
That a light's shining through
Somehow

And i want to believe
And you want to believe
And we want to believe
And we want to live
Oh, we want to live

We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live

I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live

Live
Live
Liiive

I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of the swedish room
Of hessian and wood
And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise...
Some things we could do

In our madness
We burnt one hundred days
Time takes time to pass
And i still hold some ashes to me
An occasional dream

And we'd sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago
And i still can't touch your name

For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me

In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
Time
An occasional dream
Of mine
An occasional dream
Of mine
An occasional dream
Of mine

Do do do dah
Do do do dah dah da da da
Do do do dah dah

The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean
So rest your head and read a treasured dream
I care for no one else but you
I tear my soul to cease the pain
I think maybe you feel the same
What can we do?
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do
So i've been writing just for you

They say your life is going very well
They say you sparkle like a different girl
But something tells me that you hide
When all the world is warm and tired
You cry a little in the dark
Well so do i
I'm not quite sure what you're supposed to say
But i can see it's not okay

He makes you laugh
He brings you out in style
He treats you well
And makes you up real fine
And when he's strong
He's strong for you
And when you kiss
It's something new
But did you ever call my name
Just by mistake?
I'm not quite sure what i'm supposed to do
So i'll just write some love to you
Du du duuu, du-du-du do-do-do do do doaoaoaaaa

Solemn faced
The village settles down
Undetected by the stars
And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
And the last thing on his mind
Is the wild eyed boy imprisoned
Neath the covered wooden shaft
Folds the rope
Into its bag
Blows his pipe of smolders
Blankets smoke into the room
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one

Staring through the message in his eyes
Lies a solitary son
From the mountain called freecloud
Where the eagle dare not fly
And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication
For the townsmen to decide
So the village dreadful yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog
Oh it's the madness in his eyes
As he breaks the night to cry

It's really me
Really you
And really me
It's so hard for us to really be
Really you
And really me
You'll lose me though i'm always really free

And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the wild eyed boy from freecloud

And the village dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise
For the smile stayed on the face
Of the wild eyed boy from freecloud

And the women once proud
Clutched the heart of the crowd
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand
And the magic in the stare
Of the wild eyed boy, said
Stop, freecloud
They won't think to cut me down"
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell
And the tears on the face
Of the wise boy
Came trembling down
To the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace/love
Stumbled to cry among the clouds
Kicking back the pebbles
From the freecloud mountain track