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MASTERS OF THE ROCK - 1974

  1. Candy and a Current Bun
  2. Apples and Oranges
  3. It Would Be so Nice
  4. Crumbling Land (soundtrack from

    the film " Zabriskie Point")

  5. Embryo (from "Picnic,

    a Breath of Fresh Air")

  6. Point Me at the Sky (from "Purple Simon

    Moves Pink Harum")

CANDY AND A CURRENT BUN

              Oh my girl sitting in the sun
              Go buy candy and a current bun
              I like good to see you
              Lay flat

              Oh talk talk sweet
              Please just fuck with me
              Please no feeling afraid

              It's true sun shining very bright
              It's you I'm gonna love tonight
              Icecream tastes good in the afternoon
              Icecream tastes good if you eat it soon

              Don't touch me child
              Please, you know you drive me wild
              Please, you know I'm feeling frail

              Don't try another cat
              Don't go a lot like that you must know
              I'm very very bad

APPLES AND ORANGES

              Got a fliptop pack of cigarettes in the pocket
              Feeling good at the top shopping at shops
              She's walking in the sunshine town
              Feeling very cool
              But the butchers and the bakers
              In the supermarket stores
              Getting everything she wants
              From the supermarket store

              Apples and oranges
              Apples anf oranges

              Cornering meekly she treeps up sweetly
              To meet the people
              She's on time again
              And then, I catch her by the eye
              Then stop and have to think
              What a funny thing to do
              'cause I'm feeling very thin

              I love she
              She loves me
              See you, see you, see you

              Thought you might like to know
              I'm a lorrydriver man
              She's on the run
              Down by the riverside
              Feeding ducks in the afternoon time

IT WOULD BE SO NICE

It would be so nice to leave some time

              Everybody wakes and in the morning
              Hot tea can't stop yarning
              Pass the butter please
              Have you ever read the Daily Standard
              Reading all about the plane that's landed
              Upside down

              Everyone knows what I do today
              There can be no other way
              But I would just like to say

              Everybody cares about the weather
              But everybody should know better
              What a waste of time
              Everybody lives beneath the ceiling
              Living out a dream that sends them reeling
              To a distant place

              But no one knows what I do today
              There can be no other way
              But I would just like to say
                            CRUMBLING LAND
                   (soundtrack from ZABRISKIE POINT)

              In a while I'll find the time to make
              The sunshine mine
              In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
              Wheeling, soaring, gliding high

              On a hill there lived a man with many
              Shining things
              Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
              Wining, dining, shining king

              Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
              Drinking in the clear blue well
              Back here on the ground another dealer
              Coughs and dies
              But fifty more come rolling off
              The floor production line

              Then a man commuting like a village
              On the sand
              In his hand a moving picture of
              The crumbling land
              Screaming, dealing, movie man

              Here we go, hold your breath to see
              If something blows
              Close your eyes, count till ten and see
              The sunrise rise
              Gliding high into the sky

              By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
              Upon the finger of the king
              On high the eagle flies, that glitter
              All of gold
              Then wheeling in a cloudy sky,
              He flies into the sun
                            EMBRYO
                   (from the bootleg Omayad)

              All is love, is all I am
              A ball is all I am
              I'm so new compared to you
              And I am very small

              Warm glow, moon bloom
              Always need a little more room
              Waiting here seems like years
              Never seen the light of day

              All around I hear strange sounds
              Come durgling in my ear
              Red the light and dark the night
              I feel my dawn is near

              Warm glow, moon bloom
              Always need a little more room
              Whisper low, where I go
              I will see the sunshine show

POINT ME AT THE SKY

              Hey Gene, this is Henry Maclean
              And I finished my beautiful flying machine
              And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving
              And maybe
              You'd like to fly with me and hide with me,
                baby

              Isn't it strange how little we changed
              Isn't it sad we're insane
              Playing the games that we know end in tears
              The games we've been playing
              For thousands and thousands

              Point me to this cosmic flight
              And throw away the plastic coloured eye
              I'd like to use the static miles  that we fly
              This is my last summarize

              Point me at the sky and let it fly

              And if you survive till two thousand and five
              I hope you're exceedingly thin
              For if you are stout you
              Will have to breath out
              While the people around you breath in,
              Breath in

              People blaspheme all I say
              To something that I hate to say
              Stooping down to eat the air
              Breathe careful that you might die, my friend

              All we've got to say to you is goodbye
              Time will die in our eye
              And we fly, it's goodbye

              Point me at the sky and let it fly