David Bowie - Memory of a free festival

The ^GChildren of the summer's ^Dm7end ^EmGathered in the dampened ^Amgrass We ^Bmplayed Our songs and felt the ^BbLondon sky ^CResting on our hands it was ^GGod's land It was ^Cragged and naive it was ^GHeaven^Dm7

^GTouch, We touched the very ^Dm7soul Of ^Emholding each and every ^Amlife We ^Bmclaimed the very source of ^Bbjoy ran through It ^Cdidn't, but it seemed that ^Gway I ^Ckissed a lot of people that ^Gday^{Eb C}

^COh, to capture ^Emjust one drop Of ^C7all the ecsta^Am7sy that swept that ^Fafternoon To ^Gpaint that love u^Fpon a white bal^Cloon And fly it from the ^Emtoppest top of ^C7all the tops That ^Am7man has pushed be^Fyond his brain Sa^Gtori must be ^Fsomething just the ^Csame

We ^Dscanned the skies with ^Dmaj7rainbow eyes And ^D7saw machines of ^D6every shape and ^G6size We ^Atalked with tall Ve^Gnusians passing ^Dthrough And Peter tried to ^Dmaj7climb aboard But the ^D7Captain shook his ^D6head And a^G6way they soared ^AClimbing through the ^Givory vibrant ^Dcloud ^ASomeone passed some ^Gbliss among the ^Dcrowd And We ^Awalked back to the ^Groad, unchained

The ^Dsun machine is ^Ccoming down, and we're ^Ggonna have a party, ^Dah ah ah The ^Dsun machine is ^Ccoming down, and we're ^Ggonna have a party, ^Dah ah ah The ^Dsun machine is ^Ccoming down, and we're ^Ggonna have a party, ^Dah ah ah The ^Dsun machine is ^Ccoming down, and we're ^Ggonna have a party, ^Dah ah ah