We used to have hippies everywhere
And psychedelic music playing everywhere.
Then Jimi Hendricks died as if a
Precursor to the end of hippiedom
And all the psychedelic music,
And all the well intentioned love,
And all the well intentioned peace.
How I miss the hell out of those times.
How I miss the hell out of those days
When I see what we are left with now,
When I see far less peace and love,
And fewer free spirits than back then,
And more division and chaos,
In the wreckage of our declining country.
And ain’t nobody wearing flowers in their hair.
Bob Boyd
