Less poetry in this one, more stream of subconscious...
Figured out of late that the best poetry riffing
comes when on the distaff side o' the grape
So here goes and buckle up ya'll, it's a
Land Rover Series I ride over rough terrain.
Been thinking a lot about Joni Mitchell
going back to the garden, Woodstock yanno
Our mother goddess has it that we need to
get back to roots, back to Woodstock and so
Woodstock, just sayin, wasn't a garden, tho
I like that organic reference. It was a
farm, Yazoos's (Yasgur's) Farm to be exact
But that is still not what Joni's sayin
Get back to where you once belonged
Of the Beatles. I'm not the fangirl
Fab Four , Penny Lane, Strawbry Fields
Hey Jude Paul, maybe I'd give a whirl
But Woodstock, the American watershed
by such odd words it's defined
iconic, definitive whatever they mean
commercial words for a Madison Ave mind
And so I listened to Joni's song
of exhortation, telling us we got go
get back to the garden, yeah, her, guitar
Just what she is preaching, I know
I preach too going back to big lake named
Michigan, pine dunes, great lake memories
yeah, I know what I'm calling, get back
to where we all came from (and belonged)
I saw with blinding whiter shade of pale
What she meant by getting back and of
returning to beginnings to basics,
the wild nature flower child mantra
then I think as I do, when I'm drunk
and rarely sober (Carrickfergus)
I just want to go back to Woodstock
when everything's meant to be broken
I just want to know who I am.
(Goo Goo Dolls)
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