1. Sunshine Superman.
Sunshine came softly through my a-window today, could've tripped out easy a-but I've a-changed my ways. It'll take time, I know it but in a while you're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style. 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine, I'll tell you right now. Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find.
Everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene. When I say we'll be cool I think that you know what I mean, we stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when? I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind. 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine, I'll tell you right now. Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find.
Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me, I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah! A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne, 'bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind, when you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand.
2. Legend of a girl child girl.
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies, that have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze. Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes, on the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes. A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace, lies still in the magic of a timeless place. One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves, that rest on their hands with the touch of love. On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down and make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown. And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea as it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.
The doves circle over and land in the trees, where parrots are talking their words with such ease. Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day: "There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away". If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers, to the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers. The youngest, she sighed then the clouds drew away and a hundred small fingers scratched their heads in dismay. From out of the sun a giant gull came flying and the children got ready to sit on its wings. They waved to the raindrops as they soared over the trees, the wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea.
They came to the castle and there they did fall, and they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall. A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and kind, whilst her prince took to battle with his confused mind. The clash of bright metal brought the children fear, but their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears. Thus children held hands and they spelled out their name, all the golden children became a golden chain. It lies on a white throne in a magic place, with a tunic of velvet and a gown of white lace.
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake, in a dream I was told that my princess would wake.
3. Three king fishes
Twelve king fisher birds shall you have. Dive and swim in the ripples of your laugh. Oh, I dreamed you were a jewel, sitting on golden crown oh my head, my head, my head. Look at the tiny oceans in-my hand, waves of liquid colours touch the sand. Oh, I dreamed you were a jewel, sitting on golden crown on my head, my head, my head.
4. Ferris wheel.
Walking in the seashore twilight, it's then you spy carnival lights, you slowly near the magic sight, tangerine sky minus one kite. Take time an' tie your pretty hair, the gypsy driver doesn't care if you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top, in the ferris wheel on top.
A silver bicycle you shall ride, to bathe your mind in the quiet tide. Far off as it seems your hair will mend with a Samson's strength to begin again. Take time an' dry your pretty eyes, watch the seagull fly far-off skies to build its nest in the ferris wheel on top, in the ferris wheel on top. If ever I reach her.
And the moral here, if any, my friend: Follow through your dream to the end. Dig the seagull fly across the sky to build its nest in the ferris wheel, in the ferris wheel.
5. Bert’s blues.
Been a-lookin' for a good girl, but it's taking time. A-been a-lookin' for a good girl, a-one to please my mind as well as my time. I've been singing in the evening, flying through the night. But I hurt my good gal, I hope she makes out right, flying through the night. I've been picking up the sunshine, I've been drinking down the rain, girl, I've been picking up the sunshine, it makes me think on when I'll see you again. You know time could bring a change, girl, it ain't for me to say. You'll soon be out of range, girl, a-this could only be the way it's meant to be.
Fairy castle stark and black in the moonlight, the jingle jangle jester rides his stallion. Seagull flies across my eyes forever, sadly goes the wind on its way to Hades. Would I, should I, could I be a stranger, I shall walk right by and sigh goodbye.
Lucifer calls his legions from the hillside, sadly goes the wind on its way to Hades. I've been lookin', oh yeah, I say I've been lookin' far a good girl, you better believe it, baby, yeah! Yes, I've been lookin' for a good gal, oh yeah! Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, Ain't kiddin' you, ain't kiddin' you, ain't kiddin' you, yeah, I've been a-lookin.
6. Season of the witch.
When I look out my window, many sights to see. And when I look in my window, so many different people to be. That it's strange, so strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, mm, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, yeah, ,ust be the season of the witch.
When I look over my shoulder, what do you think I see? Some other cat looking over his shoulder at me. And he's strange, sure he's strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, beatniks are out to make it rich, oh no, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch. You've got to pick up every stitch, the rabbits running in the ditch, beatniks are out to make it rich, oh no, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch.
When I look. When I look out my window, what do you think I see? And when I look in my window, so many different people to be. It's strange, sure it's strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, the rabbits running in the ditch, oh no, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch. When I look, when I look
7. The trip.
We was a-d-d-d-drivin' d-downtown L.A., about a-midnight hour and it almost b-b-blew my mind, I got caught in a coloured shower. All those lights were t-t-twinkling on sunset, I saw a sign in the sky, it said, "T-t-t-trip a t-trip, I trip, trip," I couldn't keep up up if I tried. Ah, we stepped down to reality company to get some instant sleep and the driver turned, I said, "Welcome back", he smiled and he said, "Beep beep". What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on all around me, what goes on ? I really wanna know.
When in should come-a my dream woman, she got sequins in her hair, like she stepped out off of a Fellini film, she sat in a white straw chair but I thought I'd take a second look just to see what I could see. And my scene had popped out like a bubble does, there was nobody there but me. I said, "Girl, you drank a lot of drink-me but you ain't in a Wonderland, you know I might-a be there to greet you, child, when your trippin' ship touches sand." What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know.
A silver goblet of wine is-a to be held in a bejewelled glove. And her knights they toast the tournament, the falcons they fly above. And the queen will a drink of the dew tonight but the jester she cries alone, because Merlin he spoke of an instant spell to make the devil's white knights moan. And-a all in all, the seagull said, "As I look to where I've been, the whole wide human race has a-taken far too much Methedrine". What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on ? So near, what goes on ? I really wanna know. Yeah well, come on.
We sat in a velvet jewel case with sparkles everywhere, and Julian he sat on a diamond ring and-a talked of the days gone by. We spoke of a common kaleidoscope and the pros and the cons of Zen, ad he spoke and-a said for a piece of cake. He really did have a yen. Bobby Dylan he sat "the Mad Hatter", a broken hour glass in his hand, and-a Joannie sat in a white lace looking cool with a black lace fan. What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on ? Yes please tell me. What goes on ? I really wanna know
8. Guinevere.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, sparkles on fingers, slender and pale. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain. Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of Charlemagne is sipped by the queen's lips and so gently. Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight, such is the silence o'er royal Camelot. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, sparkles on her fingers both slender and pale. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
9. The fat angel.
He will bring happiness in a pipe, he'll ride away on his silver bike and apart from that he'll be so kind, in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
He will bring orchids for my lady, the perfume will be of an excellent style and apart from that he'll be so kind in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
He will bring happiness in a pipe, he'll-a ride away on his silver bike and apart from that he'll be so kind in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time. Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time.
He will bring happiness in a pipe, he'll ride away on his silver bike and apart from that he'll be so kind in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. We'll be flying at an altitude of thirty-nine thousand feet, captain High at your service.
10. Celeste.
Here I stand acting like a silly clown would, I don't know why would anybody like to try the changes I'm going through? A hidden lie would fortify something that don't exist but it ain't so bad, I'm just a lad, so many more things to do, I intend to come right through them all with you.
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind, we talk a while by a crooked stile, you're lucky to catch a few. There's no magic wand in a perfumed hand, it's a pleasure to be true. In my crystal halls a feather falls being beautiful just for you. But that might not be quite true, that's up to you.
Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake, a strange young girl sang her songs for me and left 'fore the day was born. That dark princess with saddening jest, she lowered her eyes of woe, and I felt her sigh, I wouldn't like to try the changes she's going through but I hope love comes right through them all with you.
Everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene. When I say we'll be cool I think that you know what I mean, we stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when? I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind. 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine, I'll tell you right now. Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find.
Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me, I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah! A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne, 'bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind, when you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand.
2. Legend of a girl child girl.
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies, that have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze. Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes, on the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes. A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace, lies still in the magic of a timeless place. One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves, that rest on their hands with the touch of love. On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down and make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown. And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea as it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.
The doves circle over and land in the trees, where parrots are talking their words with such ease. Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day: "There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away". If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers, to the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers. The youngest, she sighed then the clouds drew away and a hundred small fingers scratched their heads in dismay. From out of the sun a giant gull came flying and the children got ready to sit on its wings. They waved to the raindrops as they soared over the trees, the wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea.
They came to the castle and there they did fall, and they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall. A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and kind, whilst her prince took to battle with his confused mind. The clash of bright metal brought the children fear, but their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears. Thus children held hands and they spelled out their name, all the golden children became a golden chain. It lies on a white throne in a magic place, with a tunic of velvet and a gown of white lace.
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake, in a dream I was told that my princess would wake.
3. Three king fishes
Twelve king fisher birds shall you have. Dive and swim in the ripples of your laugh. Oh, I dreamed you were a jewel, sitting on golden crown oh my head, my head, my head. Look at the tiny oceans in-my hand, waves of liquid colours touch the sand. Oh, I dreamed you were a jewel, sitting on golden crown on my head, my head, my head.
4. Ferris wheel.
Walking in the seashore twilight, it's then you spy carnival lights, you slowly near the magic sight, tangerine sky minus one kite. Take time an' tie your pretty hair, the gypsy driver doesn't care if you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top, in the ferris wheel on top.
A silver bicycle you shall ride, to bathe your mind in the quiet tide. Far off as it seems your hair will mend with a Samson's strength to begin again. Take time an' dry your pretty eyes, watch the seagull fly far-off skies to build its nest in the ferris wheel on top, in the ferris wheel on top. If ever I reach her.
And the moral here, if any, my friend: Follow through your dream to the end. Dig the seagull fly across the sky to build its nest in the ferris wheel, in the ferris wheel.
5. Bert’s blues.
Been a-lookin' for a good girl, but it's taking time. A-been a-lookin' for a good girl, a-one to please my mind as well as my time. I've been singing in the evening, flying through the night. But I hurt my good gal, I hope she makes out right, flying through the night. I've been picking up the sunshine, I've been drinking down the rain, girl, I've been picking up the sunshine, it makes me think on when I'll see you again. You know time could bring a change, girl, it ain't for me to say. You'll soon be out of range, girl, a-this could only be the way it's meant to be.
Fairy castle stark and black in the moonlight, the jingle jangle jester rides his stallion. Seagull flies across my eyes forever, sadly goes the wind on its way to Hades. Would I, should I, could I be a stranger, I shall walk right by and sigh goodbye.
Lucifer calls his legions from the hillside, sadly goes the wind on its way to Hades. I've been lookin', oh yeah, I say I've been lookin' far a good girl, you better believe it, baby, yeah! Yes, I've been lookin' for a good gal, oh yeah! Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, Ain't kiddin' you, ain't kiddin' you, ain't kiddin' you, yeah, I've been a-lookin.
6. Season of the witch.
When I look out my window, many sights to see. And when I look in my window, so many different people to be. That it's strange, so strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, mm, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, yeah, ,ust be the season of the witch.
When I look over my shoulder, what do you think I see? Some other cat looking over his shoulder at me. And he's strange, sure he's strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, beatniks are out to make it rich, oh no, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch. You've got to pick up every stitch, the rabbits running in the ditch, beatniks are out to make it rich, oh no, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch.
When I look. When I look out my window, what do you think I see? And when I look in my window, so many different people to be. It's strange, sure it's strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, you've got to pick up every stitch, the rabbits running in the ditch, oh no, must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch. When I look, when I look
7. The trip.
We was a-d-d-d-drivin' d-downtown L.A., about a-midnight hour and it almost b-b-blew my mind, I got caught in a coloured shower. All those lights were t-t-twinkling on sunset, I saw a sign in the sky, it said, "T-t-t-trip a t-trip, I trip, trip," I couldn't keep up up if I tried. Ah, we stepped down to reality company to get some instant sleep and the driver turned, I said, "Welcome back", he smiled and he said, "Beep beep". What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on all around me, what goes on ? I really wanna know.
When in should come-a my dream woman, she got sequins in her hair, like she stepped out off of a Fellini film, she sat in a white straw chair but I thought I'd take a second look just to see what I could see. And my scene had popped out like a bubble does, there was nobody there but me. I said, "Girl, you drank a lot of drink-me but you ain't in a Wonderland, you know I might-a be there to greet you, child, when your trippin' ship touches sand." What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know.
A silver goblet of wine is-a to be held in a bejewelled glove. And her knights they toast the tournament, the falcons they fly above. And the queen will a drink of the dew tonight but the jester she cries alone, because Merlin he spoke of an instant spell to make the devil's white knights moan. And-a all in all, the seagull said, "As I look to where I've been, the whole wide human race has a-taken far too much Methedrine". What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on ? So near, what goes on ? I really wanna know. Yeah well, come on.
We sat in a velvet jewel case with sparkles everywhere, and Julian he sat on a diamond ring and-a talked of the days gone by. We spoke of a common kaleidoscope and the pros and the cons of Zen, ad he spoke and-a said for a piece of cake. He really did have a yen. Bobby Dylan he sat "the Mad Hatter", a broken hour glass in his hand, and-a Joannie sat in a white lace looking cool with a black lace fan. What goes on ? Chick-a-chick. What goes on ? I really wanna know. What goes on ? Yes please tell me. What goes on ? I really wanna know
8. Guinevere.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, sparkles on fingers, slender and pale. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain. Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of Charlemagne is sipped by the queen's lips and so gently. Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight, such is the silence o'er royal Camelot. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, sparkles on her fingers both slender and pale. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
9. The fat angel.
He will bring happiness in a pipe, he'll ride away on his silver bike and apart from that he'll be so kind, in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
He will bring orchids for my lady, the perfume will be of an excellent style and apart from that he'll be so kind in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
He will bring happiness in a pipe, he'll-a ride away on his silver bike and apart from that he'll be so kind in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time. Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time.
He will bring happiness in a pipe, he'll ride away on his silver bike and apart from that he'll be so kind in consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. We'll be flying at an altitude of thirty-nine thousand feet, captain High at your service.
10. Celeste.
Here I stand acting like a silly clown would, I don't know why would anybody like to try the changes I'm going through? A hidden lie would fortify something that don't exist but it ain't so bad, I'm just a lad, so many more things to do, I intend to come right through them all with you.
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind, we talk a while by a crooked stile, you're lucky to catch a few. There's no magic wand in a perfumed hand, it's a pleasure to be true. In my crystal halls a feather falls being beautiful just for you. But that might not be quite true, that's up to you.
Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake, a strange young girl sang her songs for me and left 'fore the day was born. That dark princess with saddening jest, she lowered her eyes of woe, and I felt her sigh, I wouldn't like to try the changes she's going through but I hope love comes right through them all with you.
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Año: 1966.
Procedencia de la banda: Glasgow, Escocia.
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Procedencia de la banda: Glasgow, Escocia.
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