Julian Cope Up-wards At 45 Degrees
400m across, and hanging like a football field
over the valley of the stone circles
wondering what the crop will yield
Cos the mothership has come
Cos the mothership has come
Who's she gonna take this time?
Right now tell me who's she gonna claim?
Loving is the face of Jesus
Smiling is the Mona Lisa
To penetrate the diamond
the pituatary gland gets torn off its access and frees
Earth is a cannon of love, shame beyond Socrates
Who's to blame but the man like any man?
Who's to blame but the man who leads?
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Won't somebody sign my release
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When people jump through time
they give themselves up to rhyme and reasons of the
heavens
they recognise in themselves
reconciling their thoughts to those of dutiful people
they're unashamed
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Won't somebody sign my release?
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