Lola's Salon

Hey that electric kool-aid is beginning to kick in - time for:

Purple Haze all through my brain
Lately things don't seem the same
Acting funny but I don't know why
Excuse me while i kiss the sky

Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm coming up or down
Am i happy or in misery
What ever it is that girl putt a spell on me

HELP ME ... HELP ME

Oh i don't know
Purple haze was all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You've got me blowin',blowin' my mind
Is it tomarrow or just the end of time
Who knows?

Help me,yeah
Come on now
Tell me
Tell me

And something heavy:

Soft Parade

When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home

Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river

Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah

The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah

The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed

Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry

ZZ Top Planet of Women. Loud and driving me insane, in a nice way


What can I do, I'm a nervous wreck?
There's girls everywhere, I better go and check.CHECK IT OUT
I can't tell a diamond from a hole in the ground.
They all got my head spinning round and round.
Planet of women, oh yeah.
The planet of women, oh yeah.
It's driving me insane.

They start by acting just a little discreet.
Then they're in the skies and they're in the streets.
You can find them in cars or a hotel lobby,
they're easy to find, just look for a body.
Planet of women, oh yeah.
Just a planet of women, oh yeah.
It's driving me insane.

If you have the answer, drop me a line today
or send a straight jacket something in a shade of gray.
I think I've sprained my brain 'cause it won't unwind.
Every day it's man against man on the
planet of women, oh yeah.
Just a planet of women, oh yeah.
It's driving me insane,
it's driving me insane.

When the musics over, when the musics over here.
When the musics over, turn out the lights, turn out the lights,
Turn out the lights . . . Yeah . . .

When the musics over, when the musics over here.
When the musics over, turn out the lights, turn out the lights,
Turn out the lights . . . Yeah . . .

For the music is your special friend.
Dance on fire as it intends.
Music is your only friend, until the end, until the end, until the end.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection,
Send my credentials to the house of detention,
I got some friends in - side.

The face in the mirror won't stop.
The girl in the window won't drop.
A feast of friends,
Alive she cried,
Waiting for me . . . outside.

Before I sink into the big sleep,
I want to hear,
I want to hear,
The scream of the but-ter-fly.

Come back, baby . . . back into my arms.

We're getting tired of waiting around.
Waiting around
with our heads
to the ground.
I hear a very gentle sound.
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered
and ripped her and bit her.
Stuck here with knives
in the side of the dawn
and tied her with fences
and dragged her down.

I hear a very gentle sound.
With your ear down to the ground...
We want the world and we want it
now!

Persian night!
See the light!
Save us!
Jesus!

Well, I see I'm back just in time to save us from running the bus over the bridge. Who is our driver anyway? Anybody know this guy? He looks familiar........but, I don't know. Give me some more of that electric Kool aid........

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

Wond'ring Aloud

Wond'ring aloud
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
Wond'ring aloud
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.

Had enough Aqualung yet? Not me............. These are my two favorites:

My God



Hymn 43


Oh father high in heaven - smile down upon your son
whose busy with his money games - his women and his gun.
Oh Jesus save me!
And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three
and made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.
Oh Jesus save me!
If Jesus saves - well, He'd better save Himself
from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
Oh Jesus save me!
I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh Jesus save me!

oh, oh oh, but here's my very favorite.......the grand finale:

Wind Up


When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said - I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me - compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

Ok, ok, somebody else's turn now. I'll sit back here (my in my little yellow head band and flower braclet) and reach out as she comes around again. Another toke........

Thanks Lola - "My God" and "Wind Up" helped me fashion my God, which stays with me to this day. I think we are now about ready for a little Ted Nugent and the Amboy Dukes:

Leave your cares behind
Come with us and find
The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind

Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind

Beyond the seas of thought
Beyond the realm of what
Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not

Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind

But please realise
You'll probably be surprised
For it's the land unknown to man
Where fantasy is fact
So if you can, please understand
You might not come back

Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind

How happy life could be
If all of mankind
Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind
Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind

Center of the mind, of the mind, of the mind, of the mind

BTW, I think it may be Neal Cassady driving the bus!



In Fond Memory:

It could be Dick Dastardly and Muttley from Wacky Races.

HELPHELPHELPHELP>>>>>>>>>>>>>.HELPHELPHELPHELP

No, we have no Dastardly here. We're a bunch of cool hippies, off on a journey together. But today, I think I'll lay off the smokin. It's not good for me to do too much of that. But brownies, now, that would be nice. Where's Diane when we need her?

I'm sure it is Neal Cassady driving the bus, absolutely positive.

Sure it's not Hopalong Cassady

Naw, it's Roy Roger and Gabby Hayes . . .

Happy trails to you
Until we meet again . . .

(I was gettin' trails right regular yestiday . . . )

Rin Tin Tin and Trigger by the sound of barking and whinnying

Sgt. Preston of the Yukon, and his faithful companion, King.

Setanta, you are required in Letty's history thread. More papers to mark.