it all ended in 62
Posted: May 1st, 2011, 8:58 pm
History came to a halt
the day Kennedy was assassinated
all the momentum behind it kept
up appearances
hula hoops, sputniks, and slinky
future world in the future now, UFO
over the white out house
crazy man, kooky lend me your comb
Sun Ra said it all ended in 62
all that space jazz was telling us
something about time out of mind
ancient Egyptian, in there &
outer space , out there
So if it all ended, all that written history
like what it is and like man, what it ain't
and all the saints and all the beginners
all the language that came after the fact
all that mad dash from cave to rave
all that stuff of the mind that tells us who
we were, what big ideas that had so far
gained some traction, yet left much to
be desired, about who we are, how we evolved
remember Plato hiding behind the cycles, a
golden great age, all that symbolic stuff
about some place called Atlantis?
where did it come from , where did it go
all the phenomena gathering behind the last thing
all that hieroglyphic jazz, all that chaos becoming
order, becoming Dada descending, surrealism ascending
Duke Ellington plays the end of America, American music
he called it
in his middle name is Kennedy,
matter, time, all the sound bouncing
off of rhythm, all that poetry reflecting
off eternity & beat down roads
howling into infinity & the end of words
the paradox of riddle, the middle ages
the funny pages, the lost wages of sin and sanity
all the vanity of man, in a hurricane nut shell
a shall not, and a what not, zen and mind bending
the discovery of the Nag Hammadi in the sands
of Egypt at the end of world war II
and a kid in Anaheim in 62 feels it all winds down
stepping out of the down town movie theater
on a Saturday afternoon, decides he wants
to be a beatnik poet because there is no other
way to know, what it all is, but to tell it like it is
the psychedelic wave about to curl and whirl
on his Maynard G. Crebs head
no other way to be in the now
to arrive like a ghost in the machine
ah, do you know what I mean
jelly bean, yucca bean, yucca stew
oh, e, ah, ah, ah, ting tang, walla walla
bing & bang
and to sing the end of his mystery
the day John F. Kennedy was shot down
all the pretense & twilight zones
all the theory& conspiracy
Being & Nothingness
it all stopped & stood still
so Hodads Beware!
and surf is up!
you rat finks
the answer
is blowing
in the wind.
the day Kennedy was assassinated
all the momentum behind it kept
up appearances
hula hoops, sputniks, and slinky
future world in the future now, UFO
over the white out house
crazy man, kooky lend me your comb
Sun Ra said it all ended in 62
all that space jazz was telling us
something about time out of mind
ancient Egyptian, in there &
outer space , out there
So if it all ended, all that written history
like what it is and like man, what it ain't
and all the saints and all the beginners
all the language that came after the fact
all that mad dash from cave to rave
all that stuff of the mind that tells us who
we were, what big ideas that had so far
gained some traction, yet left much to
be desired, about who we are, how we evolved
remember Plato hiding behind the cycles, a
golden great age, all that symbolic stuff
about some place called Atlantis?
where did it come from , where did it go
all the phenomena gathering behind the last thing
all that hieroglyphic jazz, all that chaos becoming
order, becoming Dada descending, surrealism ascending
Duke Ellington plays the end of America, American music
he called it
in his middle name is Kennedy,
matter, time, all the sound bouncing
off of rhythm, all that poetry reflecting
off eternity & beat down roads
howling into infinity & the end of words
the paradox of riddle, the middle ages
the funny pages, the lost wages of sin and sanity
all the vanity of man, in a hurricane nut shell
a shall not, and a what not, zen and mind bending
the discovery of the Nag Hammadi in the sands
of Egypt at the end of world war II
and a kid in Anaheim in 62 feels it all winds down
stepping out of the down town movie theater
on a Saturday afternoon, decides he wants
to be a beatnik poet because there is no other
way to know, what it all is, but to tell it like it is
the psychedelic wave about to curl and whirl
on his Maynard G. Crebs head
no other way to be in the now
to arrive like a ghost in the machine
ah, do you know what I mean
jelly bean, yucca bean, yucca stew
oh, e, ah, ah, ah, ting tang, walla walla
bing & bang
and to sing the end of his mystery
the day John F. Kennedy was shot down
all the pretense & twilight zones
all the theory& conspiracy
Being & Nothingness
it all stopped & stood still
so Hodads Beware!
and surf is up!
you rat finks
the answer
is blowing
in the wind.
