Snowing — in a little while when the cold is growing
With a little smile, turn into a soap-sud or… turn into a road
I’m falling down and spinning in a cloud
(With a little smile, bubble aloud…)
And round and round I go
I’ve made a row, but honestly I liked it
(But silence comes to me like a blow)
I know I’ve several things to say, none of them important
(Bashing out the chords, most of them I know)
(Most of them are overflow)
So when the winter comes, nobody will say so
(So please don’t go quiet, everything dissolves)
(So don’t be slow to hiss and boo
You sit there and meanwhile all the time)
I’m falling down and spinning in a dreamboat
(Everything dissolves, summer, spring and autumn
Winter falls away spinning in a dreamboat)
Paddling through the stars like a shining seahorse
Singing silly tunes in silly times… tones… sighs… groans… melodies
Paddling through the stars came the orchestra from Mars…
Playing tunes which carried us away
in the year 1974 i was attending a concert, in Åbo Finland, by this band. What remains in my mind is that i could see every note of their music as physical particles, mind you i was out of my head by some substances, but it is a pleasant memory
I came upon this by the german wikipedia-article about Tom Newman, producer of Mike Oldfield´s Tubular Bells. Must have been one of the earliest following recording acts in the Manor Studios of Branson´s quite new Virgin label