Like A Long Time Ago
Remember those days of the freaks and the squares
hearts in the clouds and flowers in your hair
testing ideals that were raised in the dorms
questioning rights of the established norms
challenging all who refused to believe
there was any way other than those of authority
which cloaked all the truth and fed you on lies
and ask you be silent and cover your eyes
and when you rose up they would not understand
and when you dropped out they would lift up their hands
and scold you for throwing your chances away
like mud in their faces – now those were the days
Remember the ideals the dreams and the goals
away with those antiquated values and roles
away with the arms race – stop all the wars
the only thing worth fighting for was the cause
your right to freedom – free to be free
your right to undisputed equality
for women and gays, black man or white
freedom to demand your true civil rights
to practise your love and peace – expand your mind
alter your consiousness, yourself to find
respect for the earth and all of the garden
to listen to Gaia and beg for her pardon
Remember the heroes, the ones who spoke out
the ones who dared stand up, the ones who dared shout
remember the fallen killed by our own
as well as those tragic souls far from their homes
remember the battlegrounds of Birmingham and Chicago
Jackson state, Madison, Kent state Ohio
the cries and the blood flowed over to europe
and from London to Prague the young they all stood up
And remember san francisco, the gathering of tribes,
the summer of
love, the vision and the vibes
the human be-ins, the robes and the beads,
and the music and
dancing that coloured the streets
and remember the weekend that captured it all
and the 500
000 who answered the call
And took to the road to join woodstock nation
and bathe
Yasgurs fields in peace and celebration
and remember the poets the minstrels and bards,
who wrote for your
souls and sang for your hearts
and gave you the music that could never lie,
and carried your
legacy through years gone by
Through a world rearranging –
for the times were a
changing...
Far as it seems now
What does it mean
now
Where are the dreams now
It's like a long time ago, like a long time ago – like a long
time...
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