The Red Chins in their millions Will overspill their borders And chaos then will reign in our Rael Rael, the home of my religion To me the center of the Earth The Red Chins in their millions Will overspill their borders And chaos then will reign in our Rael My heritage is threatened My roots are torn and cornered And so to do my best Ill homeward sail And so to do my best Ill homeward sail Now Captain, listen to my instructions Return to this spot on Christmas Day Look toward the shore for my signal And then youll know if in Rael Ill stay If a yellow flag is fluttering Sickly herald against the morn Then youll know my courage has ended And youll send your boat ashore But if a red flag is flying Brazen bold against the blue Then youll know that I am staying And my yacht belongs to you Now Captain, listen to my instructions Return to this spot on Christmas Day Look toward the shore for my signal And then youll know if in Rael Ill stay Hes crazy if he thinks were coming back again Hes crazy if he thinks were coming back again Hes crazy if he thinks were coming back again Hes crazy, anyway If a yellow flag is fluttering Sickly herald against the morn Then youll know my courage has ended And youll send your boat ashore ~ Pete Townshend, Rael 1967.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 01:05:08 +0000
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