I can recommend this as a great album for dancing around a winter-sun-drenched flat at the end of the world, doing housework.

A compilation of live recordings made in Los Angeles, New York, Detroit, Boston, and Copenhagen, between 1968 and 1970.

“I’ll tell you this…
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
And one morning you awoke in the strange sun,
And opening your door…”