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oh man that electric dance
every being in a body sizzling and crackling
every moment a work of art
every electric eye wide open
too much if you don’t do it
orange vision in the house
i’m a slight wave and i’m fluttering
in the mad current of this
up on the mountain at midnight
mushrooms and rock drumming
from here to space is the space
let us speak out sing out before it’s done
oh man that verve ‘lectric dancy pop wow
we got to play with the fire
fly it and be it and be singed
float up in the light pillars
wash up in the thunderclouds
and fly down the blue slide
to rest on the white marble
and talk about the phenom and the next day
sweetwater cells tuned and in
to a 1965 high school band
named The Wild Ones
but we’re gone and viving deep woods
rocket launches and port lights
meefing and olta
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