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
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