Kyrielle
Thinking back to 1969
The music and the beat enchanted me
Ideals of harmony and cryptic rhyme
Of which MacArthur’s Park was a key
We strummed California dreamin’
Smoked our pot called ourselves hippy
Thought we’d change the world a singin’
We’d make a world of love and then be free…
Did hippies stop the Vietnam war?
We watched the retreat scenes on TV
I think there’s much that we still ignore
I learned not to believe what I see…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
didn’t make much sense but the debris
of 50 years of history’s sticky reign
melted more than we could foresee…
Thinking back to 1969
Of which MacArthur’s Park was a key
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