Garlic Gargoyle

Pelvics thrust the night away
The blue lagoon, a buzzard cries
Arab children dance and play
Now it comes
It's time to fly
Yes, it's here, the time for flight
We're gonna fly away tonight

A flock of kestrels fly on by
Indian jasmine fills the air
With each deep breath
Up we fly
Our magic carpet takes good care
Now we're up, really high
Seven miles into the deep blue sky

Refrain: We look down into a ball of fire
People stabbing each other in the back
We're not really running away
'Cause it's our time to be relaxed
We're gonna fly...

(Everything is so beautiful up here
Just ride the next tide
It's not as far away as you think
I mean, don't knock it until you've tried it!)

We come down from the trip
The trip was fair
We saw the fires
Flying through the air
I loved her, she loved him
Tomorrow night at ten again
(That's right; we're gonna do it again!)

Now it's passed
The time of flight
We're gonna have a ball tomorrow night
We're gonna fly!

June 1970
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