Upwards At 45 Degrees - Julian Cope

Four hundred meters across

And hanging like a football field

Over the valley of the stone circle

Wondering what the crop will yield

For the mothership has come

For the mothership has come

Who’s she gonna take this time?

Right now, tell me who she’s gonna claim?

Loving is the face of Jesus

Smiling is the Mona Lise

To penetrate the diamond, the pituitary gland

Gets torn on its axis and frees

Earth is a cannon of love

Shame beyond Socrates

Who’s to blame but the man like any man?

Who’s to blame but the man who leads?

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Bye bye bye

When people jump through time

They give themselves up to rhyme and reasons of the heavens

They’re recognizing themselves

Reconciling their thoughts to those of dutiful people

They’re unashamed

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Bye bye bye

Bye bye bye

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Going upwards at 45 degrees

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Won’t somebody sign my release?

Bye bye bye