I was living in Caracas in '69 when these songs came out. My sister had just dropped out of UC Santa Cruz and joined a California hippie cult. My older brother was a senior in high school, I was only in 7th grade. We returned to the US in the summer of 1970.
My sister eventually met my brother-in-law-to-be and she became a born-again Christian, became vegan, and then moved to New Jersey so that my BIL could complete his Masters at Princeton and run a prison halfway house. They soon moved back to Berkeley and he eventually became an independent business consultant, wrote some books, and and ran private workshops and did training for a large San Francisco Engineering firms like Bechtel. She became an RN and worked in local Bay Area hospitals. They've since retired to Kodiak, Alaska where they are active members of a Russian Orthodox church and my sister restores religious icons.
So I guess she turned out okay. She' still kinda wacky... IMO. My BIL's a bit of a smooth talker, too. @@
We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, there is no reason And the truth is plain to see. But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have just as wellve been closed
She said, Im home on shore leave, Though in truth we were at sea So I took her by the looking glass And forced her to agree Saying, you must be the mermaid Who took neptune for a ride. But she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love Then laughter is its queen And likewise if behind is in front Then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard Seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly And attacked the ocean bed
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That must've been a wild time to be alive. As turbulent, or moreso, than the past couple years!
I was living in Caracas in '69 when these songs came out. My sister had just dropped out of UC Santa Cruz and joined a California hippie cult. My older brother was a senior in high school, I was only in 7th grade. We returned to the US in the summer of 1970.
A hippie cult! (Tex Watson was senior class president at the high school my kids all go to?) Did she eventually come to her senses?
My eldest keeps me on eggshells...
Edit: no question mark after Tex Watson statement
My sister eventually met my brother-in-law-to-be and she became a born-again Christian, became vegan, and then moved to New Jersey so that my BIL could complete his Masters at Princeton and run a prison halfway house. They soon moved back to Berkeley and he eventually became an independent business consultant, wrote some books, and and ran private workshops and did training for a large San Francisco Engineering firms like Bechtel. She became an RN and worked in local Bay Area hospitals. They've since retired to Kodiak, Alaska where they are active members of a Russian Orthodox church and my sister restores religious icons.
So I guess she turned out okay. She' still kinda wacky... IMO. My BIL's a bit of a smooth talker, too. @@
ps- Keep your eldest away from the boys... ;)
I was a real sucker for this kind of music...
THEY DON'T DO LYRICS LIKE THIS ANYMORE...
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as wellve been closed
She said, Im home on shore leave,
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, you must be the mermaid
Who took neptune for a ride.
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
Oh yeah! I remember you telling me about your sister's conversion. She's led an interesting life!
And I agree, those are some good lyrics. Popular music has gone sharply downhill.
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