It seems like only yesterday when left hand chords played an euphonic melody a melody . . of the way things used to be of flights of fancy on flower ships and acid trips illusions of innocence And the best we could have been didn’t seem to matter all that much and the beauty in all that was . . it just was ! Joplin sang and no one since has mastered the mystery of Zeppelin Floyds were pink and punk was in and we were made to dream dreams by any means of black magic women and gypsy queens and Star spangled banners dancing in a purple haze on a stairway to heaven and it felt good standing on the darkside of the moon removing yet another brick in the wall of our own self destruction Fools rushed in where angels feared and Jimmi played what no one dared Jack flash jumped . . to a P-funk funk aboard the mother ship Black Sabbath played like Jimmi prayed on a mushroom trip half wild half voodoo child It was eyesight to the blind Visions of a promised land on top of mountain tops tears of rage and long black veils swayed to strains and sweet refrains as electric arias . . permeated the air the messiah came and again we crucified him I often wonder If . . . still we hear Izabella call her Spanish Castle Magic as now we sail this sea of madness aboard these wooden ships What a magical mystery tour it was . . ! Liverpool Lads fleeting Fads strawberry fields gypsy suns and rainbows incense and peppermint crystal spiders blue eyed soul psychedelic funk Rock and roll Bad moon rising over Kosmic blues dark star shining put a spell on you Then . . someone said Lets get stoned . . ! © mingoáo :: the Writings of Mingoáo Inc. is the exclusive agent, publisher-distributor of the Writings of Mingoáo. No part of the Writings exhibited herein may be copied, transcribed, reproduced nor transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, not by carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signal, slingshot, sled dog, not even by alien spacecraft , nor stored by any information storage and/or retrieval system, past, present or future, nor translated, without the expressed written consent of the Author and Publisher. ~ Not to be Copied, Forwarded, Distributed, Shared Nor Transferred