Dark shadows in the night What light cast shadows Souls hidden in lies Peering out through hallow eyes The sweet aroma of Mary Jane At time leaves one searching for there brain Music playing another grate band Drunken stupers I can't stand Just one more puff from your fag Don't push man you'll get a drag Oh sweet lord of rock and roll Send me to heaven and take my soul A sea of people as far as the eye can see Tits dancing out of an open vest Tents full of naked bodies trying to get some rest Slit trances full of human wast Drugs and booze run ram pet all over the place So much sex it bog gels the mind What ever you desire you'll surly find This is my moment in the sun my paradise Filling all my needs from drugs to vise I met a man I can't recall his face But the words he spoke came from another place He was black perhaps from Africa He was doing a white broad named Jessica Friends oh friends I made a ton But to this day I can't remember one Maybe it was the sun that boiled my brain On that farm in Woodstocks dirty terrain
Reason for writing:
Wrote this in 1977 as I was thinking about my three days in
Aug of 1969 and the ball I had believe me the 18 bucks I
spent to get in was well worth it,Jannis J and Jimmy H oh
man they were it,Clearwater and the grateful dead man what
a ball what a shame we lost so many good ones.
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