Author: Ben Laney


Bob Dylan was growling
Like A Rolling Stone
Morrison was howling
Dog without a bone
I was itching
to be on my own
I wound up getting
totally blown

I left my home-town
in New Mexico
Packed up and rolled out
for the West Coast
Caught the Dead live
in San Francisco
I was looking to find out
what I didn't know

When the flower children
filled up Golden Gate Park
I was right there with them
smoking in the dark
Yeah, we were all flashing
on the moon and stars
But it all came crashing
and it came crashing hard

It was a crazy, crazy time
Just fifteen...
going out of my mind
Boppin' down the street
spouting pscychedelic beatnick jive
To this very day
I don't know how I ever survived
And those crazy, crazy times
It was a crazy, crazy, crazy time

------- Author's Notes -------

This is based on a little bit of my biograghical history. Some of the most creative musicians ever came out of that time. It really was a CRAZY, CRAZY time. I am still having flashbacks!!


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