She turned thirty-five last Sunday
In her hair he found some gray
But she still ain't changed her lifestyle
She likes it better the old way
So she grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
She's consuming what She's growing nowadays in self defense
She get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense
She gets off on country music
Cause disco left her cold
She's got young friends into new wave
But she's just too friggin' old
And she dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died
How the music made her happy and the silence made her cry
Yeah she thinks of John sometimes
And she has to wonder why
She's an old hippie and she don't know what to do
Should she hang on to the old
Should she grab on to the new
She's an old hippie...her new life is just a bust
she ain't trying to change nobody
She's just trying real hard to adjust
She was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip
Then they sent them off to Vietnam on their senior trip
And they forced them to become men while they were still boy's.
And in each wave of tragedy she waited for the joy
Now this world may change around her
But she just can't change no more
She's an old hippie and she don't know what to do
Should she hang on to the old
Should she grab on to the new
She's an old hippie...her new life is just a bust
She ain't trying to change nobody
She's just trying real hard to adjust
Well she stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs
And she's thinking while she's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad she quit the hard drugs
Cause her and her kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo...just up and fade away
She's an old hippie and she don't know what to do
Should she hang on to the old
Should she grab on to the new
She's an old hippie...her new life is just a bust
She ain't trying to change nobody
She's just trying real hard to adjust.
Lennon's idea of a perfect world, no religion, no war, no possessions, and no hunger.
For most people this song epitomizes the hippie movement, it is everything they wanted.
"My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel.
Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all."- John Lennon
Lyrics:
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
What Gives Me Hope
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Stop the WAR !
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Gone to young girls, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to soldiers, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?
And where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, a long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?
And where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one!
When will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?
While the war drums
continue to beat in the White House,
another generation is being sacrificed. This
time for oil and blind vengeance devoid of any wisdom.