"Earth, July, 1975.
Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night,
away from the radioactive landmass madness,
far from the silver-suited people searching out
uncontaminated food and shelter on the shore.
All the idiots have left.
No glowing metal on our ship of wood only…
free, happy, crazy people naked in the universe.
WE SPEAK EARTH TALK."
(JA [Paul Kantner], 1969)
(DNA code [Airplane Freak])