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I known, detano. I was just playing around with ya, but us hippies gotta stick together.<smile>

I really like this song, because it has a real beat, and my husband and I had no idea of the allusion until much later:

One Toke Over The Line
Brewer & Shipley

One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Awaitin' for the train that goes home, sweet Mary
Hopin' that the train is on time
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Whoooo do you love, I hope it's me
I've bin a changin', as you can plainly see
I felt the joy and I learned about the pain that my momma said
If I should choose to make a part of me, surely strike me dead
Now I'm one toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
I'm waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin' that the train is on time
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

I bin away a country mile,
Now I'm returnin' showin' off a smile
I met all the girls and loved myself a few
Ended by surprise like everything else I've been through
It opened up my eyes and now I'm
One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
Don't you just know I waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin' that the train is on time
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Don't you just know I waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin' that the train is on time
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

I want to be
One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
Don't you just know I waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin' that the train is on time
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over line
One toke, one toke over the line.

Incidentally, the answer to the quote was Faulkner.

San Francisco
Scott McKenzie

If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there

For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair

All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion

For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there

If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there


Different Drum
Stone Ponys

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh can't you tell by the way I run
Evertime you make eyes at me
You cry and moan and say it will work out
But honey child I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees

So don't get me wrong, it's not that I knock it
It's just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yeah and I ain't saying you ain't pretty
All I'm saying is I'm not ready
For any person, place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me

So goodbye, I'll be leaving,
I see no sense in crying and grieving
We'll both live a lot longer,
if you live without me


White Rabbit
Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the doormouse said:
"Feed your Head
Feed your Head!"

I never got past beatnik, freakin' hippies!

here's a song for the beatnik

Wasteland
Dan Bern

I saw the best of my generation playing pinball
Maked up and caked up and lookin' like some kind of china doll
With all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold
As they stood up in front of a rock and roll band
And always moving upward and ever upward
To this gentle golden promised land
With the smartest of them all moonlighting as a word processor
And the strongest of them all checking ID's outside saloons
And the prettiest of them all taking off her clothes
In front of men whose eyes look like they were in some
Little hick town near Omaha watching the police chief
Run his car off the side of a bridge
I saw men with dreams like the ones I'd had
Beg quarters outside the 7-11
Till it got so they didn't affect me anymore
Then the mailboxes I'd passed 'cept that sometimes
I'd put something in the mailbox
I'd had the wind at my back
Now I felt it cold in my face
And for an awful long time now you were the only one who ever
Called me late at night and I really never noticed till after
You stopped calling and the emptiness, silence got so heavy

Broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the promised land
Broken up in Disneyland
Broken up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland
I saw dead Marilyn Monroe strung up on every street corner
In Hollywood like some two bit whore offering a discount rate
And I wondered how Joe Dimagio (sp??) felt
I saw dead James Dean's ghost wandering the sidewalk
Looking troubled and I wondered how his mama felt
I saw signs that said head shots done for cheap
Signs that said extras wanted top dollars paid
Signs for haircuts signs for manicures and
Signs for tanning salons and signs for wardrobe specialists
Signs for cosmetic surgery and signs for assertiveness training
And I stopped to read them all
And every single block looked like every single block
Looked like every single block looked like every single block
Looked like every single block but you kept driving
Cause everyone else kept driving and cause gridlock
Is evil and not knowing your way is evil
And those that had money looked good but weren't too happy
And those who didn't have money didn't look so good
And weren't too happy either and in a city of three million
two hundred and sixty nine thousand nine hundred eighty four
Everyone was lonely

Broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the promised land
Broken up in Disneyland
Broken up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland

And I watched as everyone I knew spent their lives
Trying to be watched on a stage or watched on a film
Or listened to on a record and they thought well maybe
That way I could get a little love out of this life
And I watched as the best of my generation abandoned their dreams
And settled for making a little money
And I watched TV and read the papers and listened to the radio
And made all the fancy scenes and said all the right words
And wore all the right clothes and knew the names of the hip people
But I still felt out of touch so I stopped watching TV
And reading the papers and listening to the radio
And making the fancy scenes and saying the right words
And wearing the right clothes and knowing the names of the hip people
And I felt more out of touch than ever but I didn't care anymore
And I felt you slipping away, and I felt myself slipping from you
And I wanted more than anything else for it to rain for one
Whole day like it used to but all there ever was was sun
Relentless sun hot beating sun and everyone wore their
Sunglasses and walked around like flies under a magnifying glass
With their eyes removed

Broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the promised land
Broken up in Disneyland
Broken up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland

outta sight, man.

dan bern wrote one of my favourite lines ever in his song "estelle"

"Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my list of enemies"

ah, dj. What do you know about a summer of luv. <smile>

Well, folks, the world is either flowers or cinders, I guess.

dys, my, my how you do go on, right listeners? Weren't you an altar boy?

detano, here I am in college:



I got the "I inhaled" bit. <smile>

...but president clinton did not inhale ! ... so he says <more smiles>

oops, I missed a bunch of stuff thinking about all those beatniks snappin their fingers and saying: "cool; freakin' cool."

i was six or seven

but i was a very cool six or seven

perhaps interesting, I spend some younger days at 2 beat clubs in denver where Jack Kerouac hung out when he was writing On the Road. They were "The Dark Side of the Green Spider" and "The Exodus Club." Oddly enough Judy Collins performed there while she was still in High School in Boulder Colorado a 45 minute drive from Denver. 1961. I smoked pastel coloured cigs, wore black turtle necks and had bongo drums on the package tray of my (48 Packard) car.(rear window) reefer madness was a few years away.

Did Ginsburg offer you any reality sandwiches.

never ran into ginsburg althought I did have a few conversations with Alan Watts.

I am inclined to believe, dear Edgar, that you would have sat at the the same table eating a cheese sandwich.

Beat Crazy
Joe Jackson

Kids today - they're all the same
All call themselves - some crazy name
All those drugs - they can't be sane
All that noise - affects their brains

And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy

They say the world - is in a mess
But they can talk - the way they dress
Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers
With safety pins - stuck through their ears

And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy

And if the Russians ever come
They'll all be beating bongo drums
So who'll defend - in World War III
Where could we turn - where would they be

And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy

I would have eaten the cheese sandwich only if under the influence.

The Smartest Monkeys
XTC

Well man created the cardboard box to sleep in it
And man converted the newspaper to a blanket
Well you have to admit that he's come a long way
Since swinging about in the trees
We're the smartest monkeys
The smartest monkeys
The evidence is all around
Our brains are bigger
This we've found
The smartest monkeys
Well man discovered the park bench can make a transition
And the rubbish tip makes a valid form of nutrition
With discoveries like these
Civilisation agrees
To give itself a pat on the back
We're the smartest monkeys
The evolution's plain to see
We're the dominant of the species
The smartest monkeys
We brought the caveman from the stoneage
To the subways of the modern world
How they pack so many in
Quick call the Guinness Book of Records
Well you have to admit...
We're the smartest monkeys...

Nah, hamburger. He really didn't. That was a set up by Linda "Tripp".

dj, there is no doubt in my mind, kid, that you were sooooooo

peace, hippy, love. You were in training, I guess. Love your afro. It's you.!

What, dys? Bongo drums? Hey, buddy, them things are hard to play.

Well, this has been a real fun get together here on our radio, folks.

Y'all make it what it is, and the theme party has been wonderful.

Hey, How did edgar get in here with his velvetta and coke? Don't you know there's no cheese cake allowed?

Sorry if I miss a few contributions, I was watching that man in black.

Hey, how about a little Cash:

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.