In 1970 I was already twice divorced. And either stoned or drunk most of the time. Now, what's that got to do with getting the Blue-veined Bear back on line and amongst us?
Lash wrote:Hey. When you're a major regional supplier, you have to have a good product.
Us poor teenagers probably had 50% parsley in ours!!
LOL!!!
Yeah, no kidding. Sure didn't compare to what's out there today ;-)
I was 6 in 1970. I remember cracking my older brothers friends up with a comment about the Beatles breakup.
I thought they were talking about the beetles in our back yard, and I replied "the beetles have gone underground".
They were all stoned and I was 6. Hilarity ensued.
I hope bear comes back as El Kabong.
I really do.
I had more than now. (Could have had much more then - but the MDv 10/5 [Navy Service Regulations] said something different.
timberlandko wrote:In '70, I had hair.
I remember when I had that, in 1970 it was almost down to my waist. I'd be happy if I could get it down to my ears now.
She asks me why...I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night; Hair that's a fright.
I'm hairy high and low,
Don't ask me why; don't know!
It's not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead; darling
Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, hair!
Shoulder length, longer (hair!)
Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy
CHORUS:
Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair)
Flow it, Show it;
Long as God can grow it, My Hair!
Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas, a hive for bees
A nest for birds, there ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my
CHORUS
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining
Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted; Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied!
O-oh, Say can you see; my eyes if you can,
Then my hair's too short!
Down to here, down to there,
Down to where, down to there;
It stops by itself!
doo doo doo doo doot-doot doo doo doot
They'll be ga-ga at the go-go
when they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, Biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my Mother love me?
I've still got hair, but it all migrated to my ears.
By the end of the '70's, I'd made most of my errors.
Lash wrote:The COWSILLS!!!!!
Actually that song was from a Broadway musical Hair. The Cowsills made it a pop hit,
I spent last evening with a Doors song stuck in my head (thanks, Set). I thought it only fitting that I pass on the favor to others :wink:
All the lyrics to Hair.
Hair had some wonderful and controversial and outrageous songs.
... but none really works good as hair restorer.
Actually, Walter, I've found something that works really well for keeping hair in.
A little box, into which you place the strands of hair removed from your brush or comb.
So I need a second: the one I have, is already filled with teeth.
