Testimonies of Old Hippies

Word Lyric #9 for Music “Testimonies of Old Hippies” We are still traveling by the speed of mind, We’re the old freaks, and survivors of the great Be In, Winsome hippie girls, now old and still kind, Play pan flutes with feathers glued to their skin. We were there when Joe and Jimi stole the big show, With their mythic renderings cast in vinyl stone, What was it? Where are we? We did not exactly know, Janis and Pete and Alvin Lee lacerated the night alone. And we heard The Bear boogie on down the wooded road. Some of us saw magic mushrooms smiling on a giant toad. Richie Havens and Carlos Santana let it all fly as we sat there, Far away into mind space, their epic explosions resounded, Electric guitar hysterics with screaming rants compounded, We were all laid to waste there, in the rock n’ roll blare. We old freaks still travel by the speed of mind, Old dudes, and hippie girls hang around and are still kind, We still secretly toke at midnight, all of us with the ghosts, Of Joe and Jimi, when they sliced the sky, before that vast host.