=(((()
It wasn't an easily accepted coincidence. How they rose up;
Appeared to be lifted outta Charlie's Christian Science
In their stride and glide..
walking on water...with a floating to the
slaughter type of ambience;
At least in their application of skills...In their theatrics
They always and in all ways...had that "surprise thing" going on
Each time; during the era's ascension, ongoing into its subsequent fall..
Some of the "left leaning" Old Heads
They would now recall...Recall how the haze; how the malaise
within those solar visits were encrypted
Settled;
yet awaiting this New Birth of Energy
it was buried within the cerebral compartments of an unrealized experience
An experience crying out..."Are You?"
Founded without a formal or specific format...Quite contented
gazing beyond the pinnacle of watch towers
While alongside manic n' mimicking cathedrals...some believed
Some perceived "their" Acts would be more popular than Jesus
Others wanted to "Live Life Trying"
::Love:::
Mutual admirations were fueled by grass so lean
A deep scene; some of it was so "acidic" in nature
"High" was the nomenclature
Loosies lit the Sky on the Daily
It was so ill and so far out
Vapors with depth etched a sense of peace with such
an immense and overt intensity
It had the propensity to charge how anyone disconnected
could build their own bridge back
::Fact:::
It seemed such a very long time ago. All those Fire and Guitar licks
The Politics...The Powered Flowers and The Raised Fists
Fits for infamous fights about Civility and its Rights
where days and nights; their plans, their dreams
they made way for a return flight back to Virtue;
Intentions to grab attention during and throughout each take off
During each flight back...Not quite pitch black, but...within those hazy purples
screaming were those siren songs at a fevered
pitch;
It scratched an itch..
::Then:::
As quickly as it began...it ended. The whole era seemed to clock out
Just too many killings as hypocrites; they
continued to sprout
Creativity was upended; virgin minds got bended
As a sleepy, fun filled chaos was jump started;
and
the rain poured down
Super fests were considered the best way to get down;
then drown
Drown within each rain burst;
Bursting from the aftermath of another wayward napalm cloud;
The Bullshit just got too loud;
Hijacked by the "Television is The Best Vision" crowd
Laughing in and with a Silent Majority
The Sabotage was endowed and it laid claim
It laid claim and attached itself to a not so vigilant innocence
Co-opting the culture like a vulture;
where these foul fowl rolled foul eating their young alive.
:::Jive Turkeys:
with no thanks given; No remorse/and/Country Divided
This era strayed off course
And for a very long minute it would remain
there...Way off course
with the future becoming more or less kinkier then before;
Depending on one's artistic and one's social~list[ed] point of view
This; a thing they all knew...it was never ever
going to be the same again
This time; "was" the fire next time..
But was this The Progress...How about that Process?
A People's Revolution...nameless; blameless..
Seemingly it was only to be for the "momentary"
Then came the "monetary" and with it...the adjustments
Made to Get Laid
:::Today:::
the Old Heads find themselves on a "not quite" even keel
The altered states being socially unacceptable
So regrettable...HONEST!
It used to look more sensual then it really
was...more than it is now
Must've been The High...Now; it's just The Business
It soars across mixed media, blended with the Blues
as it speaks to red bull skies
The paradoxical paradise within those...Grandiose
Lies
Surely...all along the Watchtower
the End justifies
and
it struts its stuff
Preparing for the fire; the next time out
where another newer bunch of old heads might come in..
running from an Acid Reign
As the current Old Heads recall the POWER/move/meant
::Being & Staying Human:::
