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Jefferson Airplane 2400 Fulton Street An Anthology

by Grace Slick Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade, Come to the Poet's Room Talking about the problems of the leaf, And yes, it'll be back soon

Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night Away from the radioactive landmass madness From the silver-suited people searching out Uncontaminated

have you seen the saucers? have you seen the saucers? do you know the people out there who aren't happy with the way that we care for the Earth Mother

If you want to get to heaven Over on the other shore Stay out of the way of the blood-stained bandit Oh good shepherd Feed my sheep One for Paul

(D. Crosby) You want to know how it will be Me and him and you and me You both stand there your long hair flowing Your eyes alive your mind still