Call me an old hippie (and I'll call you something worse), but I heard this track again tonight - the first time for about 40 years - and I have now decided that this is the tune I want played at my funeral. I used to listen to it as a 17 year-old whilst sitting on friend's carpets. Listen to the words, but don't get the wrong idea - I'm still positive!
English psychedelic rock - almost as good as the US version, but different.
ReplyDeletemy Brother used to listen to this while gently hallucinating to my tropical fishtank
ReplyDeleteAhh... good choice. The bloke knew where he was heading.
DeleteOld hippie...
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DeleteAt last, we're getting friendly :)
ReplyDeleteIt occurred to me last night that I am not sure if you are a man or woman (no offence!), but I would never call a woman that, so please allow me to delete it, and I'll think of something more appropriate...
DeleteAbsolutely no offence taken, on either count. Besides, I asked for it! Jessica
DeleteOh dear... sorry Jessica...
DeleteGreat tune
ReplyDeleteInnit.
DeleteGinger Baker must be 106.
ReplyDelete107 actually, but I think he's dead.
DeletePhooey, I was thinking the greatest hits of Dr Hook for your funeral.
ReplyDeleteSilvia's Mother?
DeleteAh Tom - think this fits in very well with my post today and more or less answers my question from your point of view.
ReplyDeleteOh - actually I just answered your question over on your blog.
DeleteAnd what's wrong with being an old hippy, may I ask?
ReplyDeleteActually, I was never even a young hippie. I would be allowed in to all the cafes of 1970 Glastonbury town, when my mates all waited outside for me - even though I had the same length hair. Those old ladies certainly had a nose for an old fart in the making.
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