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Soft Champions: Das Stärkste in Soft (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Soft Machine (Live & Demos) (Soft Machine) · The Soft Machine, Vol. 1 (Soft Machine) · The Soft Machine, Vol. 1 (Soft Machine) · The Soft Machine (Soft Machine) · The Soft Machine (Soft Machine) · The Story of Soft Machine (Soft Machine) · Soft Machine (Soft Machine) · The Soft Machine, Vol. 1 (Soft Machine) · The Soft Machine [Bonus Tracks] (Soft Machine) – and 90 other albums »


Cut down by machine gun fire 
The blood runs red, the blood runs red 
Hot lead rips through flesh 
The blood runs red, the blood runs red
What flexibility
Such a soft bounce
What an accessory
And for special effects he has six filters
Three colored red with the others pilfered
And if
of straight line 
Dark hair buzzed and figurine 
Standing right beside me 

Hang out by the fruit machine 
Right next to the bathroom 
Skinhead muscle
99 red balloons

You and I in a little toy shop
buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one,
brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire:
at base, sparks in the software
Flash the message â??somethings out thereâ??
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety nine red balloons go by

Ninety nine red
at base bugs in the software
Flash the message "something's out there!"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine red balloons
I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find

Wood frame house
the face of death
Oppression rules by bloodshed
No disguise can hide the evil
That stains the primitive sickle

Blood red

Growing opposition with
the soft eyes of mercy 
Are blinded by the dark 
I will stay with eyes open 
Stay here with eyes open 

To watch over you 
And take away the sadness
at base bugs in the software
Flash the message "something's out there!"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine red balloons
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Some thing's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by
over baby)
Gimme the keys (Gimme the keys)
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
(I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
over baby)
Gimme the keys (Gimme the keys)
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
(I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
over baby)
Gimme the keys (Gimme the keys)
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
(I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
on the interface
Manage the code to bury them alive
Manage the code to bury them inside
Show smoke from the smoke machine
Lights on the top flash purple and green
Are you ready? 
Are you ready now? 

In the world of machines 
- virtual machines - 
Dominated by software 
Everything is cold 
Cold as ice.
By Walter Egan

It was a Sunday night I will never forget,
Driving down the street in my red Camaro,
As I pulled in to the seven eleven,
The locals
My Little Red Book, Day Tripper, UFO Club
Pink Floyd, Soft Machine
Talk about a heavy scene
I'm a psychedelic child

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi,
Golden rings and hair tied with ribbon 
Early spring when winter's forgiven 
Laughing past pleasures warm by the fire 
Come inside 

Silver vase,
of female screams of whimpers, lustful dreams.
Night followed rampant night of delicate soft gasps.
The ultimate attack on Heaven and it's glories.
Seduce
I've just discovered something new
America called and put cables on us
Now it's crazy like Disneyland
The return of the soft machine
The return
old gray mules

The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
Soft like wildflowers by rivers and streams
Thoughts washing over me like the stuff of my dreams
And I see it coming true
We'll be soft like you,