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
We can be together Ah you and me We should be together We are all outlaws in the eyes of America In order to survive we steal cheat lie forge fred
Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night Away from the radioactive landmass madness From the silver-suited people searching out Uncontaminated
Chemical change like a laser beam you've shattered the warning amber light Make me warm let me see you moving everything over smiling in my room
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
Today I feel like pleasing you more than before Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for To be living for you is all I want to do
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
(Paul Kantner) Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, Patiently; She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly; She
(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