- Alpha Centauri
Alpha Centauri 1971 [Transcribed by Erwin Dondorp, corrected by Klaus Beschorner] Alpha Centauri [from 18:00 free translated by myself] Der Geist ...
- Cyclone
Bent Cold Sidewalk - Cyclone, 1978 By Steve Joliffe [Transcribed by Chris (Microbe Maniac), Dave Datta, and Bob Pietkivitch] Clarifications compliments of Ste...
- Dancing On A White Moon
Dancing On A White Moon - Shy People (1987) [Transcribed by Dave Datta, and Bob Pietkivitch] Dancing on a white moon with a twist like a century breeze Moving...
- Kiew Mission
Kiew Mission - Exit [Text supplied by Edgar Froese] (Froese says "words in parenthesis are not spoken but are conducive to elucidation") Continent Asia Africa...
- Lady Greengrass
The Ones Lady Greengrass She lifts her dress and floats to dreamland makes love to the sky She lets her hair hang down as the weeds go round lady greengrass ...
- London
LONDON (poem of William Blake [1757-1827]) I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks o...
- Love Of Mine
The Ones Love of Mine your skirt's so short that your thighs are showin you move so fine that gets me going that mole on your thumb makes me lose my mind you'...
- Loved By The Sun
Album: Legend Song: Loved by the Sun Music by Tangerine Dream Lyrics by Jon Anderson Transcribed by Dave Datta (Clarified by James Owens) Legends I have see...
- Shy People
Shy People -- Shy People (1987) [Transcribed by Bob Pietkivitch] down through the ages with same structures and thoughts living and feeling with same troubles...
- Smile
THE SMILE (poem of William Blake [1757-1827]) There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit; And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smile...
- Something to remember me by
Well you can run for you life, Make a Break for the Door, Crawling across the floor, You can stand against the wall, painted in the corner, crying for your moth...
- The Fly
THE FLY (poem of William Blake [1757-1827]) Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man...
- Tyger
THE TYGER (poem of William Blake [1757-1827]) Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symme...