URIAH HEEP JULY MORNING 1972

I know everything has already been said about the uráia, but while I'm rolling a chocolate joint, waiting for a sleep (dream?) that doesn’t care about what’s better than this wonder blasted at full volume with my powerful Bose system, with no neighbors (I live in the countryside) and without a care for a future past?

I'm already outside just thinking about that magnificent, infinite finale:
"tiirudííítiridirutiii / tirudutirudùùù / tirudustrodiebodebodúúú."

I light up.
Boom Shiva!