"I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations that some favors come with too high a price." Vir Cotto, Babylon 5
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
It's a hard wind blows through the buildings and empty lots
As the corner of michigan and 31st waits in ruin
And the echoes of happy shoppers faded long, long, long ago
Back when chrysler, gm and ford went mad with greed
Oh, how we hoped it would turn out right
Going back to detroit
Kid could ride his bike through any neighborhood in town
No fear of getting jacked for his sneakers
Drive-bys only happened to the purple gang
Back before the rebellion of '67
Still we dreamed it could turn out right
Movin back to detroit
Drove down from st. claire, took all night
Going back to detroit
From east grand boulevard to michigan and 31st
Over to livernois and warren
And then the upper duplex of elmer and mcgraw street
And then the big move to our own whole house in lincoln park
Which shattered into a rental in taylor
And the endless search for the great good place
Was redeemed by the power of loud electric guitars
Up the river it's all forests and secret trails
And forts and swamps and dogs and boats
And the day held a million adventures for a boy of seven
But that was before the time of later ghosts
Lost paradise left behind
Huck finn hits the steets and the neon light
Hope against hope it'll turn out right
Going back to detroit.
Drove down from algonac, took all night
Going back to detroit
I cant walk you out in the morning dew, buckeye, I'm sorry.
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
Grateful Dead Live at Polo Field, Golden Gate Park on 1967-01-14 (January 14, 1967)
I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I thought I heard a young man morn today.
I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I cant walk you out in the morning dew today.
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
#38. To: buckeye, Jethro Tull, who knows what evil, James Deffenbach (#37)
Nazareth - Morning Dew
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
#43. To: buckwyew, Jethro Tull, HOUNDDAWG, who knows what evil, Ferret Mike (#42)
The Dogs John Rock Roll Sinclair
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
Was there ever a time in our history like that? New music came flying at us on a weekly basis, most of it cutting edge good. I had an FM radio in my '68 VW, so I got it all including all the alternative stations from NYC. Lots of fun had by all :P
Did you ever play Hunter Mountain, or the Hampton Bays?
Did you ever play Hunter Mountain, or the Hampton Bays?
No.
Syracuse, Utica, Viagara Falls, (heh heh) Farmingdale (on L.I.) Ithaca and The Manhattan Playboy Club were my only NY gigs.
Of course I played all around NY in many N.J. towns, most of which I can't remember besides AC, Tom's River and Cherry Hill. And of course I played Bridgeport, Groton, New Haven and Mystic, and all over MASS, NH and Maine.
If memory serves the only two eastern seaboard states I never played were RI and DE.
Regarding that wonderful musical era of our "yewt" we were truly blessed to be young then.
Music and goils were my life and Hell, back then there was no hazard to worshipping the Goddess that a shot and two weeks vacation wouldn't cure! ;)
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot