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He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
Im going on down to yasgurs farm
Im going to join in a rock n roll band
Im going to camp out on the land
Im going to try an get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe its the time of man
I dont know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
By the time we got to woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombersRiding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devils bargain
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
(Found in the book "Scanning the Century: The Pequin Book of the Twentieth Century in Poetry" edited by Peter Forbes. Even though technically lyrics, since they included it as a poem I thought I could too. I was too young to be a part of Woodstock but feel it was a significant event of the sixties. Click on the title to hear Joni Mitchell sing the song and click on her name to read more about her.)
you are an early bird but the submission is planted deep within my brain....
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Thank you Solo. BTW if you click on the title it is a link to the song on YouTube.
ReplyDeleteWe are stardust. You bet your life we are,
ReplyDeleteAh those were the days.
Flower Power but alas I had long past the stage.
Thanks' for the Memory.
FAR OUT!
ReplyDelete"Coming in to Los Angeles,
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bag if you please
Mister Customs man ..."
"I'm going home, see my baby ..
Going home, see my baby ..."
"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child ..."
"What would you do if I sang out of tune ..."
"Gimme an F .. gimme a you, gimme a sea, gimme a kay ..."
"One two three, what are we fighting for?
Don't know and don't give a damn
Next stop is Viet Nam..."
Seems like yesterday.
As Bob Hope used to say, "Thanks for the Memories."
I know it well. She is a genius>>musician, artist, creater.
ReplyDeleteWoodstock - Joni Mitchell
Thank you so much for posting this. It will always be part of my life. Love, Laurita.
ReplyDeleteThose were wonderful days. This captured it perfectly. Thanks for jogging a few old memories.
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reading and listening to this all over again is like a breath of fresh air, wonderful memories of that time, thank you for this.
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