My grandfather totally denies it of course.
Incense And Peppermints
The Strawberry Alarm Clock
1967
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns
Turn on, turn in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah!
To divide this cockeyed world in two
Throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view
Who care what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothin' to lose.
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Occasion, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothin' to lose.
Incense and peppermints
Incense and peppermints
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Just
gotta have this guy when you're talkin' sixties ....
jespah wrote:Just gotta have this guy when you're talkin' sixties ....
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I ran into Hunter a few times at the Jerome Hotel in Aspen colorado when he was running for sheriff.
I love this picture. I live on the Big Island in Hawaii which is truly the last enclave of the "Hippie" and this is the rule rather than the exception in the Puna section of the BI.
In fact, I went to a hippie wedding. The bride and groom were 60 something with eight kids and own a prosperous organic farm and had to get married because of the inheritance laws in the State of Hawaii.
I went to the wedding with my friend who is a mail order minister who officiated. I can remember braiding gardenias into the brides hair beaming happily that she finally got her man. We had to round up all the chickens and pigs and get them into their respective pens before the invited guests arrived. Mostly retired hippies in their banker's suits, et al. The air was filled with the aromatic scent of cannabis while the Hawaiians passed bowls of kava.
The bride did a special eagle dance and each of us was blessed with the touch of an eagle feather.
A day not to be forgotten.
jespah wrote:Just
gotta have this guy when you're talkin' sixties ....
I alwlays like Thompson's comment viz a viz Nixon when it was apparent that he was going to win the election:
"Jesus, where will it end? How low do you have to stoop in this country to become president?"
I am going to beat the shit out of all of you.
The whole world is watching, you say?
Good.
(be cool -- it's the fuzz...)
reminds me of a story that celine dion told about learning english .
she was about 20 before she learned english (she was born and grew up in quebec , so english was not an important subject for her ) .
when she finally knew enough english to be able to say "good morning" to some rock star , the answer was : "yo mama , wassup ? " .
she thought she had been taught the wrong language :wink:
