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U.F.O., 1969
Written by Jim Sullivan
The album this song is on received very little attention at the time, but after Sullivan's 1975 disappearance, it was rediscovered and reappraised. Some felt that the lyrics pointed to a prediction of his fate (see: "Tickin time now / Said alive ain't my cup of tea"), but it's easy to read things into texts after the fact. This song, a folk-rocker buoyed by muted drums and horns, is a reflection on staying put, not worrying about the frenetic world, subsuming into art and nature. "Tomorrow I'm going to hang my feet in a stream / Pretending my world is real, yours a dream."
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