Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix.
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Purple haze all in my brain Lately things just don't seem the same Actin' funny, but I don't know why 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all around Don't know if I'm comin' up or down Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me Purple haze all in my eyes Don't know if it's day or night You got me blowin', blowin' my mind Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?
Beats, Freaks and Hippies
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
Come gather 'round peopleWherever you roamAnd admit that the watersAround you have grownAnd accept it that soonYou'll be drenched to the bone.If your time to youIs worth savin'Then you better start swimmin'Or you'll sink like a stoneFor the times they are a-changin'
Come writers and criticsWho prophesize with your penAnd keep your eyes wideThe chance won't come againAnd don't speak too soonFor the wheel's still in spinAnd there's no tellin' whoThat it's namin'.For the loser nowWill be later to winFor the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmenPlease heed the callDon't stand in the doorwayDon't block up the hallFor he that gets hurtWill be he who has stalledThere's a battle outsideAnd it is ragin'.It'll soon shake your windowsAnd rattle your wallsFor the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathersThroughout the landAnd don't criticizeWhat you can't understandYour sons and your daughtersAre beyond your commandYour old road isRapidly agin'.Please get out of the new oneIf you can't lend your handFor the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawnThe curse it is castThe slow one nowWill later be fastAs the present nowWill later be pastThe order isRapidly fadin'.And the first one nowWill later be lastFor the times they are a-changin'.
Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man, yeah,An' didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?Honey, you know I did!And each time I tell myself that I, well I've just had enough,But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.I said come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,Take another little piece of my heart now, baby,Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah.Hey! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah.You know you got it if it makes you feel good,Oh yes indeed.All right!
If you're going to San FranciscoBe sure to wear some flowers in your hairIf you're going to San FranciscoYou're gonna meet some gentle people thereFor those who come to San FranciscoSummertime will be a love-in thereIn the streets of San FranciscoGentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation such a strange vibrationPeople in motionThere's a whole generation with a new explanationPeople in motion people in motionFor those who come to San FranciscoBe sure to wear some flowers in your hairIf you come to San FranciscoSummertime will be a love-in thereIf you come to San FranciscoSummertime will be a love-in there
Lyrics: Joni Mitchell Performed by: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, Tell me, where are you going? This he told me Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm, Gonna join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land and set my soul free.We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I roam beside you? I have come to lose the smog, And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning. And maybe it's the time of year, Yes and maybe it's the time of man. And I don't know who I am, But life is for learning. We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock, We were half a million strong And everywhere was a song and a celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes Riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies Above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden, We are caught in the devils bargain, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.