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Music from Glastonbury the Film
Disc 1
01. Mud for It
02. We Have Built Jerusalem
03. Politik
04. Fake Plastic Trees
05. Hippies!
06. Stop That Train
07. Bring It On, Glastonbury
08. Firestarter
09. Hey Boy, Hey Girl
10. It’s a Spiritual Centre
11. Babylon
12. Human Behaviour
13. A Message From the Green Police
14. Oualahila Ar Tesninam
15. Pressure Drop
16. Confessions of a Devon Boy
17. Common People
18. Kilimangiro
19. An Ode to Early Morning
20. The Drinker’s Prayer
21. Right Place, Wrong Time
22. D’accord Dakar
23. Losing the Dinosaurs
24. Can’t Be Real
Disc 2
01. Mud for It
02. It’s Sunday Morning
03. First of the Gang to Die
04. Mao Tse Tung Eyes
05. An Alternative Nation
06. Straight to Hell
07. Phoenix City
08. It’s the Vibes
09. Someone Has Got to Make a Stand
10. Swastika Eyes
11. Fearless
12. He Hasn’t Moved for 3 Days
13. Soul Shakedown Party
14. Laura
15. The Better the Wizard
16. We Come One
17. The Solstice… Is Amazing
18. Impact
19. Welcome to Brigadoon
20. Journey Into Satchidananda
Laura, can't you give me some time?
I got to give myself one more chance
To be the man that I know I am
To be the man that I know I am
Won't you just tell Cincinnati
I'm gonna need your love
Don't you give me your love
Don't you give me your

Come on
Come on
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love
Don't you give me your
Come on
Come on
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love
Don't you give me your

Freida, can't you spare me a dime?
I got to give myself one more chance
To ring the band that I know I'm in
To ring the band that I know I'm in
Won't you just tell Baby Daddy
I'm gonna need his love
Why don't he give me his love?
Why don't he give me his

Come on
Come on
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love
Don't you give me your
Come on
Come on
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love
Don't you give me your

This'll be the last time
I ever do your hair
(Tired of this shit, swear I'm gonna quit)
(Can't seem to make enough dough)
(But my cuttin's on a roll)
One face among the many
I never thought you cared
(Seen enough stuff, thought I got rough)
(Now I know it ain't so)
(I gotta live my own)

This'll be the last time
I ever do your hair
(Tired of this shit, swear I'm gonna quit)
(Can't seem to make enough dough)
(But my cuttin's on a roll)
One face among the many
I never thought you cared
(Seen enough stuff, thought I got rough)
(Now I know it ain't so)
I gotta live my own