Tuesday, December 15, 2015

"I just bought it awhile ago from these two lawyers." The cynicism in his voice, and then the bit of fingerpicking as ironic comment. "There was an old man living on it. I don't know if you have things like that here."
"I live alone in a paradise"
"It doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you" The hippie lord of the manor, part Byron and part Bertie Wooster, writes a poem for one of his peasants.
It's a great performance of a great song.
Have you ever dreamed of a place ... you
don't really recall ever having been
to ... a place that probably doesn't even
exist except in your imagination ...
somewhere far away, half-remembered when
you wake up ... but when you were there you
spoke the language, you knew your way
around ...
(significant pause)
That was the 60's. 
No, it wasn't that either.
It was just '66 ... and early '67.
(comes back to now)
That's all it was.

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