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All that teenage angst was meant to fade
Was it Sugar Magnolia or Scarlet Begonias?
I can't remember the encore they played

A different time,a distant place
The Dead jamming in the park for free
We lived outside the law but still were honest
I hummed you so soft that Ripple melody

Everything now is available,all taboos they are broken
Except the ones which remind of the hidden cost
We have gained the world,secuced every far flung land
I look at life so different now,hardened to the loss

These grubby,sweaty hands can barter with the best
Chic,calm,cool within this box of rain
Its nagging beat pounds on my oak-lined door
Blessed Prozac,the chosen drug to keep us truly sane

The mystics' god so inward looking,quite detached
He or she or it no longer intevenes
Swap for cheque book religion offering victory every time
No place for compromise with a person's real life scenes

Left and right,quaint terms of obsolete party games
George Orwell's visions packaged into TV shows
Even Greer and Lydon made cameo appearances
To cut or boost the ratings no one really knows

Sex no longer sells the dream,it kills each one it meets
Just war graffit spells out Bush's glory dream
We know our origins and perhaps our final destiny
In the here and now praise release from that sixties vision

Downloaded all the Fillmore bootlegs for my teenage son
I attend classes in how to be a moderate family man
New age , ice age , old age , mir - age
Time to embrace the man,
O - MAN
WO - MAN !
A - MEN !
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Old Hippies Never Die...

Contributed by TREBOR on Sunday, 1st January 2006 @ 09:51:01 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



An older man's tears less socially acceptable
All that teenage angst was meant to fade
Was it Sugar Magnolia or Scarlet Begonias?
I can't remember the encore they played

A different time,a distant place
The Dead jamming in the park for free
We lived outside the law but still were honest
I hummed you so soft that Ripple melody

Everything now is available,all taboos they are broken
Except the ones which remind of the hidden cost
We have gained the world,secuced every far flung land
I look at life so different now,hardened to the loss

These grubby,sweaty hands can barter with the best
Chic,calm,cool within this box of rain
Its nagging beat pounds on my oak-lined door
Blessed Prozac,the chosen drug to keep us truly sane

The mystics' god so inward looking,quite detached
He or she or it no longer intevenes
Swap for cheque book religion offering victory every time
No place for compromise with a person's real life scenes

Left and right,quaint terms of obsolete party games
George Orwell's visions packaged into TV shows
Even Greer and Lydon made cameo appearances
To cut or boost the ratings no one really knows

Sex no longer sells the dream,it kills each one it meets
Just war graffit spells out Bush's glory dream
We know our origins and perhaps our final destiny
In the here and now praise release from that sixties vision

Downloaded all the Fillmore bootlegs for my teenage son
I attend classes in how to be a moderate family man
New age , ice age , old age , mir - age
Time to embrace the man,
O - MAN
WO - MAN !
A - MEN !




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Re: Old Hippies Never Die... (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 1st January 2006 @ 06:46:14 PM AEST
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O - MAN
WO - MAN !
A - MEN !

Very creative writing.
good work.
huggs,
emy


Re: Old Hippies Never Die... (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Sunday, 1st January 2006 @ 11:14:58 PM AEST
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Excellent work, Trebor. They thought we so bad with our clothes, and free love and sit in and marches. Look at today and what politics have done to our children. No one cares anymore about anything. Parent's don't raise children, they just have them and pawn them off on day cares. The world has truly gone to hell in the last few decades and so has man.

Rita


Re: Old Hippies Never Die... (User Rating: 1 )
by bushkeeper on Thursday, 5th January 2006 @ 10:32:46 AM AEST
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John Lydon and Germaine Greer?...Still doesn't seem possible.
I thought this was a top write...a memorable poem.


Re: Old Hippies Never Die... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 22nd January 2006 @ 01:33:35 PM AEST
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Lydon now we're talking! they used to tease me at school about him i.e johnny potten (rotten)this poem bought back some good memories.

and...

I looooved that ending!

Thanks for your comment on my whale poem
I'm not the guy who writes the jokes for xmas crackers, I just wish I was!

all the best

J




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