Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

It was a typical hippie tale
He wasn’t buying the lying
Or wars they were trying to sell
He wasn’t cut out to fail
So he grew his mind and hair
And let everything else go to hell

There was no time for college
Far too many worlds to learn
He wanted the kind of knowledge
That brought a more immediate return

So he followed rock’s pied pipers
Questing after ephemeral lyric truths
Chasing sonic bubbles everywhere
Before he ran out of youth

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Music carries waves of magic
Making mysteries from the tragic
A blast from the past
Restored by vinyl therapy
Music in the key
Of memory

The path led him to an ashram
A peaceful place that felt like home
In austere devotion to inner calm
He shaved and chromed his dome

Clad in saffron selling flowers
Krishna had what he thought he sought
Mumbled the mantras with all his power
Wiping the mind like guru taught

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The hippie found himself in too deep
And lost himself a little too well
Not the faintest recollection could he keep
Only rock and roll could ring a bell

It was all a blank since the President
Had gone by the initials of LBJ
Had no clue what yuppie meant
But Beatles were fresh as Yesterday

So if they say get a real career
That your jams are of no worth
Tell ‘em you want to be a sonic doctor
And spread acoustic elixir across the Earth

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