song 091 : Memo to the Woodstock Nation

Not exactly an “I hate hippies” rant, this song seethes with a rather venomous denunciation of the Sixties generation, who it seems to me squandered noble beginnings in a mass retreat to church and bank.

I get pretty specific here. You can tell just how much of a skilled insulting bitch I really am, and why I was no fun at the family dinner table!

“And then you got old
And then it was sold
Then it became the thing that holds you back
In your beautiful fucking sixties love
In your beautiful fucking sixties love
Your beautiful self loving minds
That keep everyone else far behind.”

This track has never been released anywhere before.

How’s that for poetry made up on the spot, homes? Yeah man I was beginning to feel skills in me I didn’t know I had. My fascination with full improvisation had only just begun.

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