Hawkwind - The Psychedelic Warlords

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With my head pressed against the shoulder, thirty times
brighter than the sun, I contemplate their return,
until she slowly moves her fingers and while the multitude
of things happens, at the top of the cloud
they return to their root and take on
the well-known shape of a mushroom trying to grasp.

The hair between the lips, they all return
to their root, in the blinding fireball
I contemplate their return, until she moves her fingers
slowly, and despite things blooming
she takes on the well-known shape of a mushroom trying
to grasp while the multitude of things happens.

In the blinding fireball, I contemplate
their return when it reaches the stratosphere as the
multitude
of things happens, the head pressed
against the shoulder, thirty times brighter than the sun
they all return to their root, the hair
between the lips takes on the well-known shape of a mushroom.

They lay motionless without speaking, thirty times
brighter than the sun, they all return
to their root, the head pressed against the shoulder
taking on the well-known shape of a mushroom trying
to grasp, and despite things blooming
they expand rapidly, the hair between the lips.

While the multitude of things happens in the blinding
fireball, they all return
to their root, they expand rapidly, until she slowly moved
her fingers when it reached the stratosphere
and lay motionless without speaking, thirty times
brighter than the sun trying to grasp.

I contemplate their return, until she slowly moves her fingers
in the blinding fireball,
they all return to their root, the hair
between the lips and thirty times brighter than the sun
lay motionless without speaking, they expand
rapidly trying to grasp the summit.

(Nanni Balestrini)