we must be in heaven, man... sometimes, i feel like a motherless child...freedom, freedom... i dreamed I saw Joe Hill last nite... the New York Thruway's closed, man, far out...good morning, what we have in mind is breakfast in bed for 400,000... i'm goin' home, goin' home... and it's 1, 2, 3, 4, what are we fighting for... i get by with a little help from my friends... it's beautiful, man... half a million strong... Port-o-Sans... gimme an "F"...oh say can you seeeeeee... this is the second time we'ver ever played in front of people, we're scared sh#$!less... take me higher... we are stardus, we are golden, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Summer of Love Remembered
we must be in heaven, man... sometimes, i feel like a motherless child...freedom, freedom... i dreamed I saw Joe Hill last nite... the New York Thruway's closed, man, far out...good morning, what we have in mind is breakfast in bed for 400,000... i'm goin' home, goin' home... and it's 1, 2, 3, 4, what are we fighting for... i get by with a little help from my friends... it's beautiful, man... half a million strong... Port-o-Sans... gimme an "F"...oh say can you seeeeeee... this is the second time we'ver ever played in front of people, we're scared sh#$!less... take me higher... we are stardus, we are golden, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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