Jefferson Airways Holidays

Modern life, what can I say? Bring on the time travel holiday 1967, I am on my way Summer of Love, where I long to be every tune, everywhere, so very groovy see the moon, a purple square of LSD. Head in the clouds and i'm gone I feel like such a lucky John revolving records play my song 33s and 45s, what a time to be alive. I may have had, too much to think ecstatically my minds eye doth blink. The happy times and innocence meetin Maharishi, smell the incense it all makes cosmic divine sense open your mind to consciousness. People grooving to the Byrds instead of MOO-ving in materialistic herds. Hippies wear flowers in their hair Like Thunderclap Newton, something's in the air! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull