"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me"
THE WHO / WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT
"A little indian brave before he was ten,
Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior indian chief
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night
And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually"
JIMI HENDRIX / CASTLES MADE OF SAND