Syntelman's March of the Roaring Seventies - Amon Düül II

In the Glassgarden

After a long introducing

You can listen to the story

Which happened during the roaring seventies in July

People sweat in the sun

Sitting feet by feet, watching the big game

They didn’t know that all that happened to them

Was about themselves, including their fantasy

And the circus went on

With the so-called glittering mutations

Applauded by the audience

While praying to the silence

And the mood changed

Into a crystal clear freezing atmosphere

With a burning smell in the air

Phoenix rise out of the ash

Is coming along with a terrifying crash

Hydra is laughing, she’s got nine heads

So she expects admiration

The big bird doesn’t care

The Hydra in his nails

He enters the space

With rageful wings like blowing sails

To the invisible things

To the eternity

Pull Down Your Mask

Pull down your mask, wolf in the sheep-skin

You ate the dwarf with the iron leg

The glass-eye union is missing him yet

It’s a real ashaming situation

A dollar a day keeps the fuzz away

But the wolf is still afraid

(The wolf is still afraid)

Prayer to the Silence

(Instrumental)

Telephonecomplex

Turning up with a devilish grin

The master has shaken his three big bags

And suddenly come from everywhere

Snakes and rats and big fat cats

Hunting themselves in the mirror

Now you got the ammunition

The ambition you’ve got too

So they tell you the direction

Save your face in time

And hide the clue

At the station I saw witches

Buying tickets with a smile

Offering to me a fool’s cap

But the spell they could not say

What they’ve got was an apparent flash from the master

And know how to run, not to die, a-ha!

And know what to do, what to do, to get high

To get high!

Why don’t they stay 'til the X-ray day

And fly with an unbelievable acceleration

To their planet out of our sun system

To their planet out of our sun system