Festival season is here!

If there’s one thing that sums up the harmony of social gathering it’s a good, old-fashioned, hedonistic festival. We’ve been celebrating in this way for millennia. What was once ritual has now become escape.  We now book online, throw on the onesie and flee the responsibilities of daily life. Then, for just a moment, we are at one with each other and the earth. You know what we mean!

The late, great David Bowie wrote this back in 1970 in those Space Oddity years. The sound – composed on a kids chord harmonium purchased at Woollies – completes the picture.

Here are the words so look away from your to do list and escape for just a minute:

The children of the Summer’s end
Gathered in the dampened grass,
We played our songs and felt the London sky
Resting on our hands
It was God’s land.
It was ragged and naive.
It was Heaven.

Touch, we touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life.
We claimed the very source of joy ran through.
It didn’t, but it seemed that way.
I kissed a lot of people that day.

Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon,
To paint that love upon a white balloon,
And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed beyond his brain.
Satoria must be something just the same.

We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size.
We talked with tall Venusians passing through.
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
And away they soared,
Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud.
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd.
And we walked back to the road, unchained.

The Sun Machine is coming down, and we’re gonna have a party.

Artist:

David Bowie

Length:

Part 1 3:59 & Part 2 3:51

Label:

Mercury

Date:

1970