But you could sit down at your table And eat a real food meal.
I was a young man back in the 1960s.
Yes, you made your own amusements then,
For going to the pictures;
Well, the travel was hard, and I mean
We still used the wheel.
But you could sit down at your table
And eat a real food meal.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
There was one fellow singing in those days,
And he was quite good, and I mean to say that
His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too
Before I made my first million.
That was way, way back before,
before wild World War Three,
When England went missing,
And we moved to Paraguayee.
But hey, you young people, I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
Well, I got a secret, and don't give us away.
I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday,
And your grandmother bought them
Way down in the new antique food store,
And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
Well, I was a young man back in the 1960s.
Yes, you made your own amusements then,
For going to the pictures;
Well, the travel was hard, and I mean
We still used the wheel.
But you could sit down at your table
And eat a real food meal.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
There was one fellow singing in those days,
And he was quite good, and I mean to say that
His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too
Before I made my first million.
That was way, way back before,
before wild World War Three,
When England went missing,
And we moved to Paraguayee.
But hey, you young people, I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
Well, I got a secret, and don't give us away.
I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday,
And your grandmother bought them
Way down in the new antique food store,
And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
Well, I was a young man back in the 1960s.
The Incredible String Band



2 Comments:
Enjoyed the "music" of those/my times! ;-)
PS Glad you enjoyed my pin cushion over at Seth's taody!
Nice poem. I hear you. This is a great way to tell a story. We may be young or old but still we experience music in our own time. It may be a different genre but still it is music.
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