It's for the flying
in my dreams at night
It's for the shapes of the
clouds in the sky
It's for my people doin' it right
It's for the sample riding time
Vintage keyboards
and dusty roads
End of the sixties abroad
I know it's far long time
up to now
But all those things
made a blow in my mind
Concept albums
weird orchestrations
all kind of stuffs
you'll put in your own collection
From the museum of soundsand
all the golden men around
Right on Ride On
I'm jamming on it again
Right on Ride On
I'm jamming on it again
It's for the guy
who just made a song
and dissapeared was it
right or wrong
Giving the search
for a whole generation
That dust attract more
that dust attract more
than a big reaction
Back i'm back i'm
back into the days
The good the good the
good old days
Back i'm back i'm
back into the days
The good the good the
good old days
Right on Ride On
I'm jamming on it again
Right on Ride On
I'm jamming on it again
Right on right on
I'm jamming on it again
Ride on Ride on
Down there in the
stacks of grooves
Putting the needle on
again and again
I think i was taken for good
To play this game and stop is vain
The past and present
might be my future
Vanishing tapes
or hit the holly filter
Make your choice
and bring me the Rolls voice
Right on Ride On
I'm jamming on it again
Right on Ride On
I'm jamming on it again
Right on Ride On
I'm jamming on it again
Right on
Why don't Why don't we just do
Just do a simple symphony
Why don't Why don't we just do
Just do a simple symphony
Why don't Why don't we just do
Just do a simple symphony
Right on jammin' on it jammin' on it
Ride on jammin' on it jammin' on it
jammin' on it jammin' on it