Memory Of A Free Festival (Single Version) [2020 Mix]

David Bowie

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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

David Bowie

Stimme und Gesang

Mick Ronson

Begleitgesang

Tony Visconti

Bassgitarre

John Cambridge

Schlagzeug

Ralph Mace

Moog

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

David Bowie

Songwriter:in

PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK

Tony Visconti

Produzent:in

Songteksten

(No, I can get it)

The children of the summer's end

Gathered in the dampened grass

We played our songs and felt the London sky

Resting on our hands

It was God's land

It was ragged and naïve

It was Heaven

We touched the very soul

Of holding each and every life

We claimed the very source of joy ran through

It didn't, but it seemed that way

I kissed a lot of people that day

Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon

To paint that love upon a white balloon

And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops

That man has pushed beyond his brain

Satori must be something just the same

We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes

And saw machines of every shape and size

We talked with tall Venusians passing through

And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head

And away they soared

Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud

Someone passed some bliss among the crowd

And we walked back to the road, unchained