Monday, July 12, 2010
You would think I would get over her.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Another Diss of God
I was young, had no fear of the road......this song was written sitting/standing/pacing/ alone, and wondering why no one in Shenandoah Iowa, would stop and give a long haired red headed hippie a ride somewhere. Some of my hippie hitchhiking was done alone, most of it was with other longhairs. I imagine many of my hitch-hiking cohorts from those days, are now Federal Judges, Lawyers working for the ACLU, Greenpeace or Amnesty Int'l.
Whew, I got out when the getting out was good.
What does a punk kid know about the blues?
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What does a punk kid know about the blues? A young punk with girls galore, he just wanted more and more. Now that is not the blues.....want to talk about blues? Don't get me started.
I still wish, but
I still wish, but my wishes of today are tempered with age. This song has a sort of screaming quietly sound.....someone angry because.....she didn't give a squat about me, and I thought I was King Tut....or at least the best harmonica player and lead singer in any band in California. I can now enjoy Fleetwood Mac and know for a fact, they were doing it better than our band. And that lead singer of theirs...whoopie doopie.
Still a favorite of mine
Joyce
The chorus of this song is line 8 thru 13. The chorus was sung, between every verse.
It was well received.....? But, what did I know about the blues in 1969? Thought I knew something about them....my how time teaches.
No poet of any merit in the 1960's would dare use capitol letters or correct puncuation, DAH.