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Klaatu's appearance on Keith Hampshire's Music Machine from 1974. Purchase definitive remasters of "3 47 EST" & "Hope" exclusively from the band's own label "Klaatunes."
original youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKW18CQri6A 

Hodad made the scene toting a six-pack of cold cola
A stogie smoking in hand
A groovin' in his sandals

California's on my mind
Surf and sand setting in the sun
California's on my mind
One day you're gonna be a place in our memory
Na na na na na na na

When Woody hit the dunes flying foxtails and Old Glory
(Glory)
Rubber ripped the sand
He gunned a souped-down Stingray
Hey hey

Ah, California
She's in mythical Malibu
Sitting on the ocean
Goodbye mythical Malibu
The San Andreas Misfortune
Will claim the lives of sons and wives
The headlines will fill page after page

California's on my mind
Surf and sand setting in the sun
In the sun in the sun in the sun
In the setting sun
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
One day you're gonna be one sweet memory
Oh yeah
California

Swingin' on the beach
To the sounds of their time
Yeah yeah yeah

Klaatu - California Jam (Music Machine 1974)

cover by mathhew dylan bueno

Always felt like I needed to please her, or impress her
Though only in the hope that one day I would undress her
Don't be offended
You think I'm 'bout to tell you that I love you
But I really really really fucking don't
See the months of obsession
And crying for hours
I even started sitting down in the shower, girl
I'll take my time on my own
And I'll be fine now I'm alone
Constantly told stories with a stretch of the truth
Trying hard to make memories to remember from youth
Desperately wanting you to be interested too
It's not clear what I need yet
But it's clear it's not you
Here's what I'd say to any young man that's still interested in you
Do you prioritize the things in your life
The things that you hope to do?
Cause if not then
Mate you'd better trust me when I tell you that
It's not worth forgetting about yourself
Because of one fucking girl
She may seem perfect, and gorgeous, and lovely
You'll think she likes you
I mean I thought she loved me, no
But no
Neither of us will get down from the shelf
The only one she loves is herself

Niño Ferrer